Mighty Mighty Reds

It's past 1am, and I am back home after braving the elements to show up for a 10pm soccer game. I went despite knowing of the horrible combination of snow, sleet and freezing rain waiting to ambush me on the ice-rink like roads, and my better judgement telling me the game would likely not even happen. So, the game did not happen - the other team didn't show, but at least we were able to have a practice game, which while fun is not worth waking up dead tired on a Friday morning. But I am somewhat of a soccer maniac, I can't get enough. It is my poison of choice. And as far as vices go, it's not a bad one.

Tomorrow morning Liverpool take on Man Utd and if you can drag yourself out of bed at 7:45am on a Saturday then you will be treated to one of the best atmospheres in all of sport, bar none.

Have a good weekend all.