First Paul Rudd, and now Benny! Awesome.
My favorite bit starts around the 2 minute mark.
This isn’t too different from the idiotic game my brother and some of our friends used to play in high school: Dammit, that hurts. Basically it consisted of them hitting the crap out of each other with plastic hockey sticks, noodles, sticks, whatever was around until someone said, "Dammit, that hurts!". I didn’t get it then, and I don’t get it now.
My 2nd most favorite DC United player has finally launched his site bobbyboswell.com. I’m most excited about [emphasis mine]:
A mission to have some fun, share insight into the lives of soccer players/professional athletes, discuss in detail the specimen known as Ben Olsen, promote charities and organizations that we work with, and give away some pretty sweet prizes. Oh, and be the star of spectacular video segments!
I’m sad that we probably won’t be going to too many matches this year — since I don’t think Bridget would really be too enthused. At least we’ll be able to see them all on TV.
Brendan has his Ben, and I have mine. My Ben was the theme for my birthday presents this year: a jersey and an offical autographed card. Now we just have to start going to matches again. Although, once Bridget gets older we’ll have to move from the "fun side" of the stadium (near the fan clubs) to the family side. If Bridget ever decides that she wants to play soccer, I don’t want her chanting "F$%# YOU REF!" When she’s upset over a call.