As I watched Richard Mulrooney celebrate a first class goal three minutes into his Dallas Burn career, I thought - with no small amount of satisfaction - that he looked fat in those horizontal red stripes. He looked like one of those rugby dudes that make you wonder how they get up in the morning, let alone make money running around a field. The trademark banality and lolipop guild timbre Richard used to describe Dallas' commanding victory over their rivals, and the general excitement around the his new club, were also exacerbated by the stripes. I can't wait to see some good pics of the Inferno in those things, as I grant you this may be a season of small pleasures.
It's not the stripes that make him look fat.....it's the fat that makes him look fat, he's a fat cow now!
and if we break out the "Where's Waldo?" signs on a weekend when we happen to be playing them on ESPN, we can add... A: In the booth.
You guys can rationalize it any way you want to - losing him hurts you and helps us. Fat - Phat, spell it any way you want to. I'll spell it G O A L.
..And leaves us drinking bitters and wry. Quick on the uptake, aren't you? Man, Richard left us for that America where irony really did die.
That picture almost made me cry.....no lie. It just isn't right to see Richie in another uniform, especially not a blue one...... God, I am still all beat up over this..........I miss Richie.
That was an amazing goal, that's all I know. I flashed on La Liga when I saw it...world class. I love the stripes, fat, phat or not.
I think Richard looks a bit chubby around the middle because, 1) the stripes, and 2) he's wearing a t-shirt under his jersey. When a breeze catches his shirt, even my bean-pole kid looks a little chunky around the middle when he wears a t-shirt under his jersey (he's all lean muscle). Richard's face is the same lean face I know and luv. Maybe a little over-tanned and showing a little bit more age, but he's got the same chiseled features as he always did.
There is some ethnic discussion in these San Jose threads going on as we await the Goat-Lights from LA this weekend. This Fat-Phat thing is another sprout of the in fighting agmonsts us. Hope all is well with Richard and may he find Vietnamese Pho in Dallas.
...and 3) he's eating too much chili and ribs in Texas. Richman, you need to come back home to San Jose, eat some maki sushi, and play some d-mid for the Quakes. You're backsliding.
Yeah well, you're not a Quakes fan anymore, remember? Are you rooting for the Blues this weekend or the Stripes? The Beast or Ryan Suarez?
[Albany58 starts to cry] LDB: Are you crying? Are you crying? ARE YOU CRYING? There's no crying, there's no crying in soccer. Dom Kinnear was my manager, and he called me a talking pile of pigshit. And that was when my parents drove all the way down from Modesto to see me play the game. And did I cry? NO. NO. And do you know why? Albany58: No, no, no. LDB: Because there's no crying in soccer.
Naw. Richard's always felt more like a son to me. I do, after all, have daughters around his age! I would have much rather liked him hooking up with one of them. He is TOTALLY my younger daughter's type. Not that the Demi/Ashton thing isn't appealing! I think that no matter where Rich plays, he's one of those players who i'll always root for - skinny/fat, Dull-ass or SJ or where ever else. He's a good kid and I'm convinced that beauty of a goal was for his mom and only his mom and she probably had a hand (or foot) in it.