Tales of Jealousy: Peter Karl
I’m pretty pissed off. Not gonna lie.
Here I am. The kid that has always loved football. The kid that really breathed life into this P.O.S. blog. Sure, 1,123,456 Miller High Life’s over 6 months take their toll on you, but I know I still got it. I know I can write the shit out of this sport… OK, the trailer for We Bought A Zoo just came across the tube… I forgot what was going on. It was so terrible I forgot about Peter Karl. Almost.
Where was he in 2005 when Liverpool Steven Gerrard nailed that header?
Connecticut, yes, Connecticut. Not being an LFC fan.
Where was he when Landon Donovan tapped in the winner vs Algeria?
Oh, he was next to me?
That’s right. That’s kind of nice. He’s a good kid, really.
That’s not fair. I haven’t met any cool footballers.
It doesn’t really matter. I can school him on the field any day.
Sorry for wasting your time with this one. I’ll make it up to you.