Yesterday, I went to see Real Madrid. The flood of Japanese people was absolutely amazing, especialy considering that the majority of them were screaming teenage girls in Beckham jerseys. Anyway, Zidane scored an amazingly cool goal, Ronaldo easily scored through an empty spot, Zidane got fairly seriously injured, Beckham yelled at the little Japanese man who caused the injury, my aunt and I left early as to avoid the repetition of sardine-packed trains, and then got a call from my mom at home that the final score was four zero. I think Figo scored the third goal against Tokyo Verdy, but I have no idea who got the fourth.

Anyway, I'm psyched to say that I was in the same stadium as Ronaldo, Zidane (aka God), Beckham, Figo, Roberto Carlos, Solari, and... yeah... Real Madrid. They were in my binoculars!!!

Tokyo Verdy was probably ridiculously thrilled when the teams shook hands at the beginning of the game.

"I'll never wash this hand again..."

Right, that's pretty much it. My grandpa was hospitalized on Friday, but came home for the weekend while he can. That is all for now.