Sounds like me. I was intimidated in being in the presence of Grahame Jones. I was also very self-conscious about wearing Galaxy gear in the press box - a huge no-no, I'm told. I just wanted to talk to Llew, get my diet Coke, and slink out in shame. Nothing personal, I promise.
On politics, I don't believe you. On personal matters re:soccer, we are always square. How about a diet coke wager for the presidency today? I get GWB, you get Nader...oh, I mean Kerry? You in?
Me too (err, 17 others now, but I voted in this poll yesterday). I put the champagne (actually, a California sparkling white: Piper-Sonoma Brut) in the fridge last night.
Rush was as confident as hell today. That's all I needed to hear. You clowns will be keeping the bubbley on ice till New Year's Eve before you have a reason to crack it out. Just like Tom Daschle.
Well what did you expect - him to do three hours of Huckleberry Hound? He'll have plenty of time to moan and groan later.