I had the chance to attend the Boswell launch event to night at Play bar/club/human torture chamber. As I have preached for the last decade, women (for the most part) that follow soccer players are very attractive. Tonight's crowd was no different as there was the additional plus going out to all of the tall ladies "in the house". However, the really mean, ugly and scary chick in the blue shirt should not have been invited; if you can't smile, relax about the occasional bump from others and just have a good time, you shouldn't be at a sports mixer/promotion party/cleat chaser event. The only thing worse than her attitude was the DJ. The music was TOO LOUD, his "mic work" needed lots of work, his ADHD needs to be controlled as some people like to listen to more than just 15 seconds of a song and oh, by the way, play some music that the room will enjoy. Instead of DJ Grandmaster Flex, Bobby had DJ I-am-going-to-try-to-dress-like-a-DJ-but-still-somehow-play-music-like-I-have-no-idea-what-decade-I'm-in. As for the guest of honor, Mr. Boswell was very nice, took time to chit-chat and pose for photos with fans and even got on the microphone to thank everyone for their help.
I'd also like to take a quick moment to give a Blogout to Mr. Steinberg over at THE Sports Bog for having the amazing skill of being able to interview those in line while still somehow being able to appear manly while holding the Canadian gift bag of stereotypes. Just don't hurt yourself while chugging that maple syrup, Dan.