There are certain times in life when all you can do is just shake your head in sheer disbelief.
Last week, for me, was one of those times. Over the airwaves I heard that someone was being paid $252 million to come to this country.
I waited with baited breath as the ESPN said they would tell whom after the break.
Glued to the tube like a child looking for Santa Claus, imagine my complete and utter shock as David Beckham was announced as the newest member of the L.A. Galaxy.
I know what most of you are thinking. David who? The L.A. what? What sport?
I almost had an aneurism when I found out that this man was being paid a quarter of a billion dollars to play soccer, the only sport in this country less popular than hockey.
SOCCER! Are you serious? For that kind of money he better find the cure for cancer.
How deluded are these people? Paying this man this amount of money is like getting your taxes done by an Enron accountant. Not a sound investment.
He is suppose to be the savior of soccer in America. Really? To most Americans the most influential thing he’s done is marry one-fifth of the Spice Girls. In his defense at least he married the hot one.
I mean, come on, his wife is more famous than he is. She’s more deserving than he is for that kind of cash.
I also understand that he also had a movie named after him called “Bend it like Beckham” which despite the name is not porn but actually a movie about soccer. I think I liked it better when I thought it was dirty.
He also has uh . and one time he uh . I think you get the point. What the @S#!.

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