It was a dark and stormy night;
I told my dad i didnt like football because there was no storyline or like plot twists to get me excited about it and he got all upset like “reALLY BECAUSE THE COACHES ARE BROTHERS AND THE ONE COACH’S SON PLAYS FOR THE OTHER COACH’S TEAM IS THAT ENOUGH DRAMA FOR YOU BROOKLYN BECAUSE THERES GONNA BE A LOT OF TENSION AT THE THANKSGIVING TABLE AFTER THIS”

I don’t think I can describe to you in words how excited I am for Euro 2012. This is likely going to be my face tomorrow at noon when the boys start rollin’ out onto the pitch.




Luckiest little girls in the world.