A Draw Tomorrow and West Ham and Eggs on Saturday

We find out tomorrow just who the Spurs will face in the next round of the Champions League. I know it may sound insane but I hope we draw Barcelona. Hold on now there is a method to my madness. Ok so there is no method to my madness, I just want to make the PANSIES down the road and all their fans suffer knowing we could beat Barcelona and they couldn't.

Its an early day for me Saturday as the Spurs host West Ham on ESPN2 at 8:30 am. I will dice up some tomatoes, mushrooms, ham, and egg for a delicious breakfast while watching Tottenham do some dicing of their own.

While a win for the Spurs wont move them out of the fifth spot it would edge them closer to making their second trip to the Champions League. West Ham on the other hand has an opportunity to move out of relegation and thats what scares me. Who's gonna have more fight in um?

Well even though West Ham was able to grind out 3 points against us at Upton Park, their no Wolves. They lack the class and heart to make it a double over us this season. I predict a 3-1 Spurs win.

Comeback Sunday for my post game review.

Band geeks and Soccer Fans

Latley ive been in a tweeting and forum frenzy. Being a fan of the beautiful game in America is as a life as lonely as that of a band geek.

When sports is being talked about and you try to engage the audience with a little English football conversation your treated like a leper. Not to mention the shit jokes made by people who know jack shit about the sport. I thought I would get a little street cred for being anti-soccer in the past but people just roll their eyes when I tell them how wrong I was.

So I am left to tweet about the game I love with those across the pond. Even my boss from Wolverhampton dosnt watch or talk about football. I think he just fakes the accent because no self respecting Brit would turn away from their team.

Does anyone else out there have the same problem? I tried to remedy it but I was screwed in the ASS by the Ars. I talked 8 people over from work who openly were not interested in "football". I spent 400 bucks painting my living room, updating some furniture, and getting food and beer. The game was set, a second leg showdown between Barcelona and Arsenal. I couldnt sleep the night before, I thought for sure I am going to get at least one person interested in the beautiful game.

Well the game was SHIT. Arsenal unlike Tottenham are a bunch of pussies that clog the midfield and dont attack because their to god damn scared to put Barcelona down. Everyone left that evening without so much as changing their opinion a smidgen.

Oh well fuck it. Cheers to me and COYS!

.....The Road to Spurs.

After the 2008 Euro Cup I was able to splurge on an HDTV and switch from cable to satellite enabling me to get every premier league match, every weekend. Knowing absolutely nothing about the clubs my first mistake was Manchester United.

How original for an American to pick Manchester United as their club. Luckily it lasted a couple of games, I felt no passion for the team and felt stupid for paying 20bucks for a ManU flag for my wall.

Second came the Wolves. The boss was a Wolve so why not me. Well I will tell you why not, they sucked! and so back to the top I went.

Oh I dont even want to say it but Arsenal became a target for a few weeks. Long enough to waist 100 dollars on a necklace and jacket donning the Arsenal logo. They came to an end because I couldnt stand watching a bunch of pussies on the pitch. Van Percy was the fuckin worst. Not only does he look like a vampire, but Count Van Percy cries more than a women losing her virginity to a horse.

My final and longest stop came with Liverpool. I was quite fond of Fernando Torres and Steven Gerrard. I bought a kit and thought I had found my team. The more I watch them the more I hated Rafa and alot of the other squad players like Lucas and Ngoh. So I decided fuck it I am just going to enjoy the games and stop trying to manufacture a club to support.

All these things transpired by December 2008. I had a few teams that I was really enjoying watching. Tottenham was a sneaky little bastard. Some games they looked like world beaters and other times they looked like they could be beaten by a girls college team. Maybe that ups and downs was why I preferred watching their games. Suddenly I was starting to not manufacture a feeling but organically was feeling prideful with a win and disappointed with a loss.

The love for Tottenham however came in the shape of two midfielders. Luca Modric and the January signing of Wilson Palacios. I like Modric from the Euro-Cup and the heart Palacios played with in his debut game sent me over the top. I guess the true testament that I found my team was that I never bought any Tottenham gear. I didn't need to, over the rest of the season my passion grew and grew and I didnt need anything to prove I was a Spur.

All the merchandise I bought in the beginning I gave away for free. I couldnt stand having items from clubs I wanted the Spurs to destroy.

I will always be a Spurs fan and enjoyed the bumpy ride. In the beginning I tried finding a team but the fact is the Spurs found me.

Life Before Spurs

I was born and raised in Detroit, MI on May 20th 1981. I have two younger brothers and like a majority of Americans, my parents divorced when I was relatively young.

I played whats called AYSO soccer for 5-6 from age 6-11. I loved playing soccer and was quite good at it. Ive even been told I scored a hat trick once, but I have no recollection of this feat.

My mother remarried a prick and I never played soccer again. I grew up like most in this area, and as the pictures will attest, a fan of our Detroit teams. We had the Detroit Tigers for baseball, Red Wings for Hockey, the woeful Lions for American football, and the Pistons for basketball.

In my teen age years and into adulthood I was a rabid sports fan. Our baseball season lasts some 162 games  and I rarely missed a game either by tv, radio, or in person. My passion for our NFL franchise was the pinnacle of my sports world.

I started a new job in 2007 and my boss came from Wolverhampton, England. Through-out my first year I made snide comments about his love for what he called football, and which I referred to as a "sissy sport". I talked trash nearly everyday while reiterating that he was missing out by not watching our local sports teams.

Still a little green at my company, in an effort to kiss some ass, I decided I would take the opportunity to watch the 2008 Euro Cup. I had no idea such a competition existed nor did I care to watch more than a few games. My sole intention  was so I could tell my boss that I put in an effort, talk a little shop, and tell him all the things I said the year before were spot on about this "gay" sport.

I didnt know anything prior to tuning in via ESPN. I had no idea what the rules were, I had never heard of the players, and my intention to watch the first half quickly came and went. Before I knew it I was hooked. I watched every game  I could. It struck such a chord that I even teared up while watching Turkey and their last minute heroics.

The time came to renew my NFL season tickets and my baseball 21 game package, yet I couldn't. I was in love with what truly is "the beautiful game." Instead I poured my money into satellite television and paid to have Fox Soccer Channel and Setanta sports added to my tv line up, along with an internet subscription. Combined this provided me with almost every premier league game, every weekend, coupled with my DVR I was able to watch proper football from Sun up to Sun down.

Prior to the Euro Cup I had no idea that there was a Champions League, Major League Soccer(usa), an EPL, or even a World Cup, but since that very special summer in 2008 I haven't seen a full baseball game nor can I any longer stand to watch more than my hometown NFL team.

and so my journey toward becoming a Spurs fan began......but not without a few stops along the way.

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