One of my favorite bosses ever was a big soccer fan. We’d be in his office, discussing a SQL Server stored procedure, when he’d hit F5 and say, “hang on.”
“Reloading the football scores,” he’d tell me. “Arsenal is up, 1, nil.” Meaning, he was reloading the soccer scores, and Arsenal was up 1-0. (This is America dammit.)
This morning the Brass Door opened at 6:45 for the Arsenal-Liverpool match.
I wasn’t actually there at 6:45. About 8 my friend Lauren tweeted “where are you?” and the notification woke me up. I put on yesterday’s drunkass clothes (complete with beer stains) and walked down there. For 8 AM the bar was pretty full: All the bar seats with a view of the TV were taken, except one which I took, and two tables were occupied. I did a head count and 17 people were there, most in Arsenal jerseys. Glad I was on the right side. Unfortunately Arsenal lost 2-0.
Mad props to Katie, who was a cheerful bartender (can you imagine how bad the Saucer girls would bitch if they had to open at 6:45 AM) and to Seamus, who recognized that Downtowners would get up early in the morning to watch soccer.
I hung out at Brass Door til 1 then hit Bardog for Panda Manda’s brunch. It’s now 3:30 and I’ve done none of the three Ss. Time for a nap.