An almost ideal summer weekend, with happy notes to spare!
No, seriously.
Spain wins the Euro Cup, por fin, crushing the Hapless Huns and bringing joy to many, many streets. And it was all about the new talent.
Gay Pride day weekend, with parades that would make our own occasionally transgendered boys proud. Our favorite blind [damned if I can remember the currently favoured PC term] governor of color, David Paterson, took literal pride of place, happily marching down Fifth Avenue. The celebratory embodiment of an order he issued last month directing state agencies to recognize same-sex marriages performed outside of New York State.
Such a good boy.
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And what a fine match it was! Spain was in excellent form and certainly outplayed poor, pretty Ballack and rest of the German train wreck. And though the Spanish coach would happily piss all over the "No to Racism" banners that deocrate the stadium walls, I suppose he deserves to celebrate - he did survive the over-the-head wallop that the Spanish team gave him, at his delicate age of 110.
Yes, yes, yes. Someone who understands the unmitigated joys of futbol [instead of rolling their eyes, either condescendingly or blankly, depending upon where in the world they reside].
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