Showing posts with label devil horns. Show all posts
Showing posts with label devil horns. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Things We Did During May - Part I

On May 2nd, we had our ceremonial burning of the last oyster crate of the season.

I know, I KNOW!!! It's OK to eat oysters during the summer. However, we're old-school when it comes to oysters, and we still prefer not to eat them during the "r" months.

Oh yeah... and I'm officially taking credit for coining the phrase: "That thing burned faster than an oyster crate."

Stand back, people!!! It just takes one oyster crate for devil horns to be achieved.

Jusqu'au 1er Septembre, mon cher huîtres...

Monday, June 23, 2008

An Orange Weekend...

The weekend began on Friday evening with an orange sunset.


Later, we fired up the rooftop "blast furnace" and were successful in producing orange "devil horns"!!!


On Saturday afternoon, we decided to venture into town to witness the "Orange Crush" of 100,000+ Dutch soccer fans descending upon Basel for the Holland vs. Russia Euro2008 quarterfinal match. I have to say that although the Dutch fans were a bit messy, they did make for some good people watching, and they did actually seem to behave themselves. It was pretty hot outside, and the Dutch looked like they were drinking A LOT, so I'm thinking there had to have been some pretty nasty hangovers the next morning. The hangovers were probably made worse by some really nasty sunburn AND by the fact that Russia ended up advancing to the semi-final by beating Holland.

I'm really going to have to sit down one of these days, focus, and force myself to watch an entire soccer match. I just don't know if I can do it. For some reason, a game that often ends up in a 0-0 tie after 90 minutes of play just doesn't mesh with my short, North American attention span. I mean, there are hardly even any shots-on-goal.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRING!

Oh, and don't even get me started with the "flopping"!

A defender doesn't even touch the guy with the ball, the guy with the ball goes down in a heap acting as if his spine has just been severed, the ref calls a foul on the defender who makes all sorts of faces and gestures to no avail, and then the guy who just looked like he was going to be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life just gets up and continues playing.

OK....

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SOCCER HAS GOT TO BE ONE OF THE WUSSIEST SPORTS (second only to cricket) I'VE EVER SEEN!!!

There, I said it!