Especially with all of the indiscernible yelling.

So, wow, did you see that football match yesterday? It was just crazy. I don’t think a simple win for West Brom would have been better that the 5-5 draw that they pulled out of thin air. All because of this man:

I told Furious Jessy that he’d bring the football with him in the second half. And by bring the football with him, I mean in that spiritual sense. Did he? Yes. With his face.

You can see how incredibly frustrating the first half was. And then, the yelling began. And the singing. And the Boinging. And the stamping of feet and clapping of hands.

After the match, and the huge English breakfast, I was physically and emotionally exhausted. And I didn’t really get back to 100% for the rest of the day.

I did learn that Hardee’s will sell you a large drink cup full of sausage gravy for the price of a large drink, though.

Today, it is back to the grind of trying to get a high school student through his semester tests. Now the struggle is with the school and not him. I’d better get to it. Have a wonderful day. More soon. ~SC