What the Deuce?

So there I was talking to this group of girls at work today, and one of them's been trying to talk up how cool she is. Me being me I have to shut her down and decided that telling her that I was on the news this weekend would do the trick. Who was I kidding? She kinda backs off a little, but you can tell she ain't buyin it. Then she starts in on how this dude she's dating is big time, spare me! Just because he's a pro soccer player doesn't make him awesome, just makes him good at what he does. *read Erich's jealous and hates the lucky bastard*

Enter the man. His name is Chad, he's the buyer of one of the local soccer clubs here. The first words out of his mouth? "Dude, I saw you on ESPN last night!" My knight in shining armor. I was suddenly taken just a bit more serious. It would seem that my stock may have gone up just a bit in that few seconds.

Does any of this really matter? No, but I needed something to go with my news that I was on national TV, and that was the best I could manage from a long boreing day at work. Yes I like tooting my own horn sometimes, deal.