  Tomorrow, it's been decided, we're going canoeing down the Styx River in Alabama. I love Alabama because of it's people.
Forrest Gump would describe them much as he did his mama's take on life. It's like a bunch of chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get. Some are redneck type good ol' boys, some are Petey Pablo type southern wannabe pseudo-thugs, and then somewhere in between the margins are the regular folks.
As Boo and Chloris tucked into their slumber, I stayed up and watched my hometown MLS team, the Los Angeles Galaxy, play at Colorado vs. the Rapids. It was awful soccer. I'm somewhat of a soccer snob for someone who never could play the game well, having lived for a couple of years in Spain, and cut my football wisdom teeth in England as a Derby County fan. I'm also a proud American, and we're the #7 team in the world according to the latest FIFA rankings.
Which is why it hurts me to say this: The Galaxy, one of the top two teams in MLS, played like shit tonight. If it wasn't for the outstanding play of goal keeper Kevin "El Gato" Hartman, they'd have lost 3-0. As it turned out, it was a 0-0 draw, which is why most Americans who haven't caught the soccer bug could give a shit. But I love it. 
