The LA Galaxy Drinking Game

Becks, as I'm sure you know, didn't play on Sunday versus the Revs. In order to pass the time, we decided to play the LA Galaxy Drinking Game. Here's the rules:

1. Whenever the Galaxy turn the ball over in the midfield, drink.
2. Whenever Landon Donovan screws up, drink. (Watch for bad corners!)
3. Whenever the announcers talk about how horrible the Galaxy are playing, drink.
4. If the announcers say anything about David Beckham, or show him on TV, drink. Drink twice if Beckham is visibly disgusted with the Galaxy's play.
5. If the broadcast goes specifically to "Beckham Cam", drink twice.
6. Drink twice if Posh is shown.
7. Drink three times if some other celebrity comes to discuss David Beckham. (You decide if Alexi Lalas counts!)
8. Drink three times if the other team scores.
9. Finish your whole drink if the Galaxy scores.
10. If Beckham scores, everyone has to pound a full beer, and the last one to finish, has to drink another.
11. For the Fox Soccer Channel broadcasts, drink when Max Bretos uses a Spanish accent.

As you can imagine, we got wasted just on rule 1 alone.

Mads: The Becks Bait-and-Switch

My Boston friend pulled a lot of strings, only to have us go to the Revs/Galaxy game and see Beckham not play. Considering this weekend was the opening of the Premiership season, the MLS lost a huge opportunity to garner interest in their sport by placing all their eggs in the Becks basket.

"Let's go home and watch the replay of the Arsenal play again," my Boston friend said.

"Minus the first 51 seconds, of course."

"Of course. Poor Lehman..."

Mads: Velkommen Beckham

As a fan of the beautiful game, I can't be unexcited by the prospect of David Beckham coming to play for the LA Galaxy. Here in Boston, in order to see him play without pulling strings, I'd have to buy tickets for four games. Luckily I have strings that can be pulled.

I had a chance to meet Becks once, in 1999 after Man U won the treble. I was invited to a lunch with the Queen the same time the team was. Unfortunately, I had a bit too much of the Bulgarian Cocktail the night before, and slept right through my alarm. I was disappointed.

I asked my Boston friend what he thought of Beckham's arrival.

"Dude, the Sox're in first place, and barring another '78, they got a chance to win the whole thing. Fuck soccer. Tell me when Mike Greenwell's coming back to town, and then I'll care."

He had a point: no matter how cool Beckham is, he's no Mike Greenwell, the Gator, who patrolled left field for the Sox in the late 80s and early 90s. Welcome to America, Becks.