Well, good news, everybody. We can stop pretending to like .
Actually no, I take that back. Even though the USA got brutally bounced by Belgium last night, please make sure to continue watching the tournament in its entirety on FOX.
No one will accuse me of not being a team player. A proud company woman.
In all seriousness, though, that was a bummer of a game. And I actually had to make a special trip to a bar to see it. Spent money just to watch us get our butts handed to us by the Belgians.
See, we had some gnarly thunderstorms over the weekend, and one of them completely fried my WiFi. No internet. Done. Kaput.
Not ideal when you work from home. Less ideal when you have YouTube TV. And even less ideal than that on a holiday weekend when it’s impossible to get someone out to fix it.
I had to watch Joey Chestnut eat 66 hot dogs on my tiny phone screen. Like the pioneers did in the olden days.
Anyway, we’re back baby. The AT&T guy fixed us up this afternoon â just in time to get you your Tuesday Nightcaps.
So take a load off and crack open an ice cold domestic. Let’s roll.
For a few reasons. The first one is that I think their whole rowing schtick is cool.
The second reason is that I love the idea of these horned-helmeted fellas from the freezing cold fjords coming down here and beating the perennial soccer powerhouses of South America and Western Europe. Feels like an underdog story.
I don’t know enough about soccer to tell you if it actually is an underdog story.
And the No. 1 reason I’m rooting for Norway from here on out is that Erling Haaland seems like a real hoot.
Another foreigner falling in love with American tradition. We love to see it.
Speaking of Haaland, his girlfriend, Isabel Haugseng Johansen, is living her best life during Norway’s tournament run. And she, like Erling, is embracing her cowgirl era.
“Galskap” means “madness,” by the way. And now that I think of it, that’s the first Norwegian word I’ve ever learned. They didn’t offer that as an option in high school.
The wedding of the century is finally over. Not that you would know it, considering all of social media and every other headline in the New York Post is about Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce’s Madison Square Garden nuptials â who went, who didn’t, what may or may not have happened, what everyone wore, who caught the bouquet.
The answer is Trey Smith’s sister, Ashley, by the way.
Tay-Tay’s bouquet, she said. My goodness.
Anyway, one of the other 4 gazillion people who attended the wedding was none other than Simone Biles. And her lesser-known husband, NFL safety Jonathan Owens.
And by the looks of it, they had a whole professional photo shoot on their way to the event. Sorry, “evenTT.”
You know what? I don’t even blame them. If I spent the thousands of dollars Simone undoubtedly spent on that look, I’d want it documented, too. Since apparently no one was allowed to take photos inside MSG.
Except, of course, the professional camera crew filming Travis and Taylor’s wedding documentary â coming to a theater near you Spring 2027!
Actually, I made that up. But mark my words, it will happen. Taylor is nothing if not a stone-cold capitalist. You’ve got to respect it.
Anyway, upon revelation that Simone attended the wedding, one of her fans commented, “When has Simone Biles and Taylor Swift even spoken to each other? ð”
Biles swiftly (see what I did there?) responded: “remember this, I only show yall what I want yall to know.”
Well OK then!
Is it just me or Simone one of those people who takes every little comment as a highly personal attack?
I don’t know if she and Taylor Swift are friends. I don’t particularly care either way. But I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t have that exact thought (i
