Who's a Fat Bastard - Football Mexicana

May 24, 2014

     I used to be one of those people who used a soccer match as a sleep aid. You know, wake me up if they cross midfield. If you feel that way, you need to watch a match with my son in law. Not just the energy he brings to watching it, but the knowledge he has about the game and the history. 

     Christian, is from Puerta Vallarta, Mexico. As in most countries of the world, not named Canada or the United States, the kids live and breathe football. The kind you actually play with your feet. He played to quite a high level before suffering a horrible injury. I marvel at what he can do with a soccer ball still.

     We went down to Woody's Pub here in Coquitlam to watch the Champions League final.

     After the Mexican national team and his hometown club, like a lot of Mexicans, he follows the Spanish League. Barcelona is his team. Today he was pulling for Real Madrid. The intensity with which he watches the game is contagious. He bounces around in his chair with every pass, every shot on goal.

     For the first time ever, two teams from the same city are playing for The Champions League title. Two teams from Madrid, Real and Atletico. Atletico scored first against the play and then totally shut down Real. Halftime 1 - 0 Atletico. 

     Half time meant lunch time. I have about 5 cups of coffee in me by this time. I'm vibrating, and figure I better eat something. I order a bacon cheeseburger with a salad. Hold the bun. I should have taken the picture before I ate most of it. It was good. Probably be better if I was drinking beer! Some things just taste better with beer.

I do better at home.

 Christian ordered a flatbread panini looking thing, that caused me to salivate like a Rottweiler with a tennis ball! I was lame with the pics today. His flatbread thingy looked really good.

intensity

     Second half began with Real pushing hard and Atletico defending well. Ball after ball launched into the box. Eight yellow cards for Atletico. With thirty second left in extra time, Real scored. And Christian lost his mind, he jumped up and screamed GOOOOOAAAALL. I'm thinking the Poop Fairy may have    visited the guy next to us at this point.

     You just knew Real were going to win. And they did. 4 -1 in overtime. Six beers happy, I dropped Christian off at home and now I'm going to do my workout. 
     It will have been a week since my last Weigh Day. I have been working hard and I can feel my body changing shape. I am down four holes on my belt, and I am wearing shirts that were too tight before and now fit comfortably.  
     It's now eleven o'clock, eight hours after I was going to go down to the Green Room, and I still haven't made it.

The stairs I didn't take.

     It's all Lisa's fault! If she wasn't so cute, and I didn't love her so much, I would never have agreed to skip my workout to go to the dog beach. Well, okay maybe I would.

The lovely Lisa.

      Picnics at the beach. One of our favourite things to do. This one happened last minute. Not to fear, we had a plan. We loaded the cooler with everything at hand, hard boiled eggs, salad, pickles, cheese and we were going to stop at Costco for a roasted chicken. I have never had a roasted Costco chicken. Does it come in an eight pack? We will never know. They were sold out of roasted Costco chickens!  A couple of hours before we got there! If they sold them one at a time, more people could have roasted Costco chicken.
     Instead, we went to the Chinese market. One pound BBQ pork and half a BBQ duck.....mmmmm mmmmm. We were ready to picnic.

Picnic dinner.

      It was a gorgeous night down at the beach. 

There you go Al.

      For some reason, I couldn't stay awake on the drive home from the beach. Saturday night at nine, and I'm asleep in the front seat of the car. Great company for Lisa. I had a power nap for an hour and got up to finish today's post. 

    It's Weigh Day tomorrow. I'm not concerned about the number because I feel so much better. Even though I'm wracked with guilt about skipping my workout. I believe I'm on the right track and I will continue on my merry way regardless of the number. 
     I can't thank you all enough for helping me do this. I ran into an old friend, Tracy H. downtown the other night. I hadn't seen her in twenty plus years. Walking past, we both did a double take. We started talking, and she has been reading my blog since the start. I don't know why, but that chance encounter somehow made this whole thing real. When I started this, I told myself it doesn't matter if anyone reads it. I was doing it for myself. I was wrong. Not about doing it for myself, but about not caring if anyone read it. Your comments and support truly make this a pleasure for me. 
That's all I got
Till next time
Peace out Ya'll

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