OK, I had no intention of not writing here for more than two weeks. But after watching the Gold Cup semifinals, I had a short weekend before leaving on a business trip on that Sunday, during the finals (U.S. 2, México1). That trip took me on three flights and an unplanned, eight-hour drive from Nashville to Chicago (flight No. 4 was canceled). In the interval, I received my first-ever West Ham shirt as a birthday present (No. 36 for me -- the birthday, not the number; it's still blank). TMG asked her sister to buy the shirt for me in London and bring it over. It's the jobserve.com version of the home shirt, short-sleeved, and it's magnificent. I also received a West Ham cap. Of course, with classic Hammers luck, I practically ruined the shirt an hour after I put it on. I was grilling out with some friends when I opened a mustard bottle, which promptly spat up some of its contents across the shirt. At least the mustard came out.
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