Last week we went to the TFC game.
But beer numbed the pain of losing.
TFC is probably the only kinda game you can go to, that you still have a blast even if the team got killed.
The fans are nuts.
Craig and I didn't have TFC shirts, so he fashioned his own using hockey tape.
Clever bugger he is.
On the way to the game, he bought me a jersey from dudes sellin' em outta their trucks.
Truck shirts = better than official shirts. Yup.
His one-of-a-kind shirt caught the attention of the TFC's Marketing Chick (can't remember her official title).
She loved it.
Look for it next year, on Torontonians everywhere.