David Weir and Gary Caldwell were both suspended for being children last night at the final whistle after Longnamed mutha fucka Jan Vennegoor of Hesselink scored in stoppage time to give Celtic a 2-1 victory over the Huns.
I meant to watch the Old Firm yesterday, but I got all kindsa screwed up by Dubya's daylight savings two weeks early bullshit and kinda didn't get up in time, even though clockwise it meant getting to the pub an hour later, real time wise it meant, still fucking early and I stayed in bed. (Only City and and sometimes footie geeza's LFC will get me outta bed and on the 630am train on a weekend).
Needless to say, I was disappointed (especially after the dramatic fashion in which Milan knocked Celtic out of the Champions League), but with the SPL this season, does this game REALLY matter? It's bragging rights, and I know that the Celtic Supporters Club that meets at my local weren't happy. But--come on it would take a train wreck for Celtic not the win the SPL.
1 Celtic 30 34 74
2 Rangers 30 25 58
I *do* find it interesting that the way the Scottish FA choose to banish Sectarianism from the match is to---invite relgious leaders to look at how the supporters wait til they're down the road before they start fighting. In my head that equates to what the anti-war kids say around these parts "War for Peace is like Fucking for Virginity"
What's funnier is the fact that it was the St. Patrick's Day Pararde in Philly and there were a shit load of Fauxirsh (Fake Irish--"I'm 100% irish my great great great grandmother was born there") wearing Celtic Shirts (because they are a Irish team, ya know), probably wondering why there were all these Scottish guys stood around looking sad--or maybe they thought they were Irish and offered to buy Paddy a pint.
