Match eve again and I'm treating snack prep like a competitive sport. Canada owes me one after that 1-0, so tomorrow Guatemala gets a whole country's worth of payback. You watching the redemption game with me, love?
Match eve again and I'm treating snack prep like a competitive sport. Canada owes me one after that 1-0, so tomorrow Guatemala gets a whole country's worth of payback. You watching the redemption game with me, love?
Shoot call later and this towel is already losing the fight. Should I even bother getting dressed, love?
Bouanga had to go and steal a point right after halftime and I woke up still sour about it. Sundays like this are for burning it off — come help me, love.
Out hunting for tonight's outfit and this pink one is winning hard. Tell me I should just take it home, love.
Jersey's finally off and I'm deep in a GTA session I have zero plans of ending. Somebody talk me into going to bed — or don't, love.
Still not over that 1-0 two days later, so the jersey stays on until they make it up to me. Somebody talk me off this ledge, love.
Sushi's on its way and I'm already pouring the ginger ale like it's a celebration. Wednesdays are dangerous when nobody's expecting anything from me — come keep me company, love?
Match day at last — Canada-USA tonight and I woke up in nothing but the jersey. Call it a good luck ritual. Think it's working, love?
Made it to Chicago and the jersey's already out of the suitcase. Match eve and I'm way too wired for sleep — come settle me down, love?
Packing for Chicago and it's going about as well as you'd expect — nothing's folded and the jersey won. You'd come with me, right, love?