i may be soccer's newest fan

or at least kyle beckerman's. i love a guy in dreads.

my friend, bridget, was in town for a xango conference. do you know what xango is? i didn't either. turns out it's this fancy juice from some exotic indonesian fruit that has magical healing powers and the ability to make one eternally youthful and obscenely wealthy. at least that's the impression i got from the people at this conference. i didn't attend the conference, but i did attend the soccer game with the conference goers whose company sponsors the team (or something like that). i've never seen a major league soccer game and this cheapskate is not one to turn down anything that's free, especially something that i'd never pay for.

i was as surprised as the next guy to find out that i had a great time. maybe it was the free xango shots they kept passing around. maybe it was throwing orange crepe paper rolls when the team made a goal. maybe it was the attractive foreigners below us who were cheering as loudly as if it was their own team. maybe it was hearing songs from my best summer ever with my friend from my best summer ever. or maybe, JUST MAYBE, it was actually really fun to watch a good soccer game. boy, those guys know how to kick some balls.

ps. after the game there was a tent set up where you could drink hot chocolate, apple cider, or xango wassail. being the good xango disciples they were, everyone flocked over to the wassail. and in all honesty, it's pretty tasty stuff. so tasty, that i made myself sick from drinking so much. just drinking it won't make you obscenely wealthy, apparently you have to sell it to do that. why didn't somebody tell me that before i overdosed on xango? now i'll only have my eternal youth to keep me happy.