I was watching a Mexican soccer game last weekend while talking to my brother on the phone. And I noticed that the goalie for his favorite team was wearing number 125. What an odd number, I though, especially for a twenty year veteran. So I asked my brother why the guy is wearing that number.
"Oh, the bank that sponsors them is 125 years old this year, so they're making him wear #125 all year."
Two hours ago, I was convinced that Mexican soccer could not get any worse.
And then, as they say, the show has reached a new low.
Voodoo Dolls. To beat the gringos at soccer.
I know it's supposed to be a joke. But really? Where's the dignity? Chopping the feet off dolls is supposed to help us win when we haven't done so in years? The last time I chopped off a doll's foot was an Elmo that annoyed me. And it wouldn't. Stop. Laughing.
Voodoo dolls. Jee-zus.
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