But I kind of like The BeatlesSo I headed for Las VegasOnly made it out to Needles (Elvis is King)
Today as we prepare for the 2nd big semifinal game between England and Argentina, i can't help but reflect back to the Hand of God goal is June of 1986. I was stationed on Diego Garcia , part of the British Indian Ocean territories and we were invited guests that night into the " BRIT " club........that was the best beach bar on the Island and was exclusive for the British Marines.....US servicemen were only permitted as invited guests.....since I was one of the dozen Postal Clerks on the Island and we ran the mail for everyone....we were always invited to the best places.........I was with my Buddy Dave that day and he didn't really follow soccer.....I told him I was of course rooting for Argentina....but only on the inside.........I remember the anger of the Brits when my favorite player at the time, Diego Maradonna scored a questionable goal in Aztec Stadium in Mexico City.(years later he admitted it was a hand goal, and if there was video replay it would have been disallowed).........a few minutes later he took the ball from near midfield and he dribbled through the entire English team and scored again........greatest individual effort i have ever seen to this day.....Argentina went on to win the World Cup and the Limey bastards are in a 60 year drought.....if they didn't burn the bar to the ground that day....they never will.
Reminded me of gym class at Xaverian......we had a foreign exchange student from Spain named Paulo........MR. Sajecki loved Paulo.....and one day we played soccer on the fields on Shore Rd......Paulo was the only one who knew the rules.....we were hopeless.....he scored 2 or 3 goals like Maradonna, where he dribbled the ball through the entire other team....passing it to himself through our legs and making us like Silly.......Sajecki Loved it....He Roared with delight every time Paulo had the ball........until the last time Paulo had the ball........He was was approaching the net and he was bouncing the ball from knee to knee , and then head passing to himself and again passing the ball through people legs.....UNTIL.......Uncle Rico ( Steve Kane) ran up behind Paulo and pulled his shorts and underwear down to his ankles and the poor Spaniard went tumbling to the dirt.....much to the delight of everyone else on the pitch....we celebrated as if we had scored a goal........Sajecki went ballistic and almost swallowed the dam whistle , he was so angry that he cancelled the rest of gym class....which was fine by us.........i remember him apologizing and trying to console the red faced Paulo as they walked back to the big X........welcome to Brooklyn Paulo...
2+3=Modello
Well, I've never been to SpainBut I kind of like the musicSay the ladies are insane thereAnd they sure know how to use itThey don't abuse itNever going to lose itI can't refuse it
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