6:35 pm: That’s right folks, it’s a Monday night party here at the Shockey Brigade. I’m about to go Larry King on you and post whatever pops in my head for the next few hours, at least in the run-up to Monday Night Football. Why? Because I can.

So sit back, relax, grab a cold one (a diet coke in my case… woo!), and let’s get this party started.

6:37 pm: By the way, the diet coke is cause I’m at work. Not cause I’m a recovering alcoholic. Just thought I’d clarify.

6:41 pm: Ah, a Red Sox game on the tv. Excellent. My first reminder since last night that there’s a baseball season going on. I coulda sworn the season ended last night… Didn’t I see Jeter and his teammates doing a victory lap at Yankee Stadium? Weren’t they scooping up the dirt of victory from the pitching mound? Yeah, I think the season ended last night. With a Yankees victory. As every season should.

6:57 pm: Today is Car Free DC day, and I’ve never seen worse traffic all day long here in downtown DC. Just sayin’.

7:03 pm: Nice little soccer-related story from this weekend. I was at a friend’s 50th birthday party and somehow a group of us started talking about Barcelona and Arsenal and other European soccer teams. I made the seemingly innocuous comment to the lone Brit in the conversation that “Cesc Fabregas should never have left Barcelona”, and went on with a side conversation I was having. About two minutes later, I realized the British guy was yelling something along the lines of “You f’ing Yanks have no idea what you’re talking about! Barcelona buys players all the time and steals them from teams that deserve them and Manchester City and blah blah yadda yadda crumpets and tea.” I thought he was kidding, till he stormed off and the people around me told me they thought I was about to get clocked in the face by a British hooligan.

To translate the conversation into American terms, it’s like me telling a Saints fan that “Jeremy Shockey should’ve never left the Giants”, and having that Saints fan going into a slobbering rage over the audacity of me to say that. Weird. Really weird.

A funny side note is that the guy had actually just invited me to his tailgate at the Giants game the next morning. Needless to say, I did not attend. But I do have his number in case anyone wants to have a little fun. Contact me via email, if you’d like, and allow me to suggest this website as a good source of incredibly offensive material.

7:30 pm: Back to American sports. Anyone catch any football this weekend? I, of course, was watching/loving Eli and the Giants. Yeah it was a close game, but to add a nice cliche to this post (it needed one, didn’t it?), a W’s a W baby!!!

I saw no other games. If something interesting happened, like Jose being denied a new car, I’d like to hear about it.

8:12 pm: Well, I just got an email from my younger cousin telling me that my father tells him my jokes are clever but stupid. Now, I know none of our faithful readers feel that way. But this, from my dad… via my younger cousin!!! If that’s not enough to make you quit your blogging career, I don’t know what is.

I’m off to go cry about it. See ya.