Watched the fabulous ending to the excellent Champions League final last night. Liverpool was down 3-0 at halftime against AC Milan and yet they rallied to even the score and then win in penalty kicks.
I’ve always loved the Liverpool goalkeeper Jerzy Dudek—a Pole whose dad was a coal miner—and he proved his mettle by producing some real heroics in the shootout.
(Sidenote: I watched the game at the slightly-too-Euro-for-me Gazuza, a bar in Dupont Circle. Was there with some work friends. Some genius at the bar set up a system in which a huge LCD projector displayed the game on a big brick wall, which all in all is just a shitty way to show a sporting event. Why do it all?)