It's 3:03 in the morning on Tuesday, I still haven't written my diary for Sunday. Yeah, I spent too much time on watching matches and games in addition to grilling steaks and baking potato, so, at the end of Sunday, I was exhausted.
I decided to stay in bed to sleep more hours, then went downstairs to watch soccer match on big screen in our living room. The broadcast schedule wasn't as busy as that on Saturday, I had already missed the only televised Bundesliga match and almost the first half of the BPL match. The most expensive teen Martial kept shining at Manchester United, he scored twice to help the team beat Southhampton.
While I was watching the soccer match, my mom went downstairs to sit in the kitchen. She expected me to go buying stuff for our planned barbecue lunch. Her plan was to marinate the steaks with wine and sauces before I put them onto the grill. As the cook of the family, she always wants to contribute her skills no matter who else is in charge. I actually heard her to complain to my dad later that I wasn't in hurry when she had already been so inpatient. However, my plan was not to have her doing anything but I would soak the steaks with wine and soy sauce while I was grilling. Everything would be in real time.
After watching Manchester United beating Southhampton, I was on my way to Costco to buy groceries. Normally, I go to the one in Aurora Village of which was the Costco Warehouse I shopped first ever in my life because it's the closest one after I drop off my parents at Ranch 99 for shopping Chinese groceries. The one in Everett is actually the closest to our house, so I decided to go there.
It's Seahawks' gameday, I could see many shoppers wearing Seahawks' jerseys in the parking lots and inside the warehouse. Picking up what I needed for Barbecue in addition to those on the list my mom wrote down for me, I proceeded to the register. The gal who helped load the stuff into the cart asked me if I needed a box or not, I wanted it for convenience. She might think I didn't really have Scandinavian mentality if she had read my tweet the night before.
I did buy a bottle of wine but planned to stop by the Safeway to buy a sweet one of which isn't sold at Costco. Going through the intersection of Route 96, I just noticed that the Safeway by the right hand side of Bothell-Everett Highway was out of the business. Had I known it, I would have stopped by Fred Meyer across the street before driving through the traffic lights. Then, I had to drive to the other one across the street of Thrasher's Corner to buy it.
It's already 12:15 pm when I arrived at home. The first thing I wanted to do was to turn TV onto Pac-12 to watch UW hosting Harvard at Husky Soccer Field. I hadn't had chance to watch UW's soccer match since the opening night in this season. The highlight bar said that the broadcast was cancelled due to technical difficulties, which I thought was an excuse though it was a very windy day. I tweeted that I would boycott Pac-12 for a week including Huskies' Football Game against CAL, the picture of the soccer field was brought on and the boycott was revoked. Ok, you can treat this as a joke.
Keeping watching the match on TV through the sliding door, I started grilling the steaks while having the coil-wrapped potato baked. It's very windy and branches could have fallen down to my shoulders or hit the grill. My dad was standing beside me to chat with me. I initiated the topic of the role in politics through social network, he was very interested in it and made the comments from his perspectives.
My mom didn't want the steak, I made a double cheese burger for her. She asked my dad to boil soy milk for us as drinks. The steaks I made might not be as fancy as those at Ruth's Chris or Outback, they were very tasty by my standards. My mom still insisted that I let her marinate them first though my dad and my son all disagreed with her. My son asked me to make a cheese burger for him after having the big piece of steak, then he went out to walk around the neighborhood to digest.
UW's soccer match got into 2 periods of Overtime, I moved to the coffee table to sit on the coach to keep watching. Baked potato was ready but my son was full and I became the only one eating it. Mixed with sour cream, it was as delicious as the ones served at any restaurant. The match was a draw at the end. The rule of college soccer is a little bit different: There is no injury time during the regulation because the timeout has been excluded from the playtime but there will be two periods of 10 minutes overtime if the match is tied after 90 minutes. If the match is still tied after overtime, it will be a draw just like the outcome of this match. The play rule is more like football's.
Seahawks' second week was the big event for the fans, however, no one really expected them to win on road, especially at Green Bay Packers. Lambeau Field is their fans' holy land. In the first half, Seahawks didn't play productively. In 3rd quarter, Wilson did throw the ball accurately to lead Baldwin's touchdown. I guess all Seahawks' fans are waiting for the home opener.
Ok, it's 4:30 am, I will go back to the bed to sleep for another hour. I may have to write my diary for yesterday tonight.
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