I'm downstairs painting, and I hear the missus yelling, "Oh jeez, you couldn't make that?! I could do better. You stink!" I'm thinking, "What the hell?!" I go up upstairs, and she's watching Milan and Sampdoria. She never gets involved in FSC's Super Saturday, but here she is, cursing out Milan. She's from S. America, and her country was an English colony. She's been a footy for a while. Who knew?