So put another dime in the jukebox, baby

So Steven Stamkos ruined my evening again because that is what Steven Stamkos does-- he ruins lives and he has a stupid weenie face and I have already wished many sexually transmitted diseases in his direction this evening. (Nothing terrible because I'm not that mean. Preferably something itchy and embarrassing that he'll have to, like, buy a medicated shampoo or ointment for it or something, and the clerk at the drugstore will give him the judgmental side-eye.) BUT THAT'S OKAY, because in my disgruntled evening I decided to get drunk and watch something that might cheer me up.

Yeah, that's right-- I finally cracked open Guys and Balls. Verdict: BEST GAY SOCCER MOVIE EVER. WITH THE DISCLAIMER THAT I WATCHED IT UNDER A SUBSTANTIAL AMOUNT OF RUM. AND SOME BEER. POSSIBLY OTHER THINGS. This movie is now the top of my feel-good, batshit-stupid, athletic-based movies, dethroning the long-reigning Cool Runnings. (I thought I had posted about my other foray into gay sports movies, with my thoughts on Summer Storm, but frankly I may have just thought I did and I'm still too drunk to go trolling through my old entries.)

flidgetjerome is totally lucky that alcohol impairs my ability to remember international calling codes, because otherwise I would have woken her with a shrieking, incoherent phone call while she peacefully slumbered in London. (Not just for the drunken joy; I would have been calling to ask her actual logistical questions about soccer. The movie, strangely, did not really advance my knowledge of association football.)

( Some more stuff about GUYS AND BALLS which really demands all-caps for the title, and also some other stuff about hockey because I'm drunk and why not. Also, inverted nipples. )

In conclusion because it is mildly topical: Omar Little strongly urges Maryland legislators to support marriage equality.

Good night. Good morning. Whatever. I will probably regret posting this when I wake up.