Joe Cannon took a sip of his drink and surveyed the scene. For nine years the Galaxy's All-Pro goalkeeper had waited for this, waited for MLS to feel like the spectacle of the NBA and the NFL, waited for gorgeous women in skintight sequined tops to flash come-hither looks his way just because of the team he played on. Cannon knew this would happen once Beckham arrived. Wasn't that what he'd said at Cobi Jones's birthday party in June when one of the players' girlfriends had asked if Cannon was dating anyone?
"Nah," he replied. "I'm kind of waiting for David to get here."
"What does that mean?" Alan Gordon asked.
"You know, all the girls."
Gordon couldn't take it. "Joe, what do you think is going to change?" he asked. "Seriously. You're still the same person. Like a girl is going to want to get with you just because David Beckham is on the team. What are you gonna do, pull a little Beckham out of your pocket and say, ‘See, look! Here I am!' No, dude."
Now of course the fuller excerpts is about the whirlwind of attention that follows Beckham wherever he goes. But the thought of Joe Cannon, a fairly successful American soccer player in his own right, waiting for Beckham to arrive so as to increase his personal chances of getting laid, amuses me to no end.