Soccer star/Poshy-husband David Beckham injured himself in a match in Madrid Sunday night. The irresistibly beautiful Beckham reportedly strained his knee while reaching for the ball, or whatever they do, and crashing into some advertising signs. All right - Beckham hurt himself crashing into signs. There's no fricking irony there, is there? Anyway, brave Beckham tried to keep playing - you know how those manly-types are, always having to prove themselves by enduring pain - but finally had to limp off the field. Doctors say the injury is serious but don't know how serious. And we don't know yet how an injury might affect Beckham's move to L.A. where he's set the play for the professional soccer team there.
Oh, God - don't tell me they won't be moving to L.A.! Poshy and Becks in the U.S. is what Crabbie lives for! I was going to camp out by the stadium and wait for Becks to come and hopefully get his autograph and maybe inject him with something and cart him off before anyone noticed. And make him my sex-slave forever. But now he has a bum knee. Well, it's only a knee - there are worse things to injure. And, surely, with Poshy taking care of him, he will be up and ready in no-time. There's one thing I definitely don't want to see happen though - any of Tom Cruise's Scientology people butting in. Stay away from Beckham's knee, Scientology weirdos. We don't need any of your freaky alien remedies here. Keep your tricorders and screwy E.T.-phone-home devices far from Becks. He needs good old fashioned drugs. And lots of massages. And some hand-jobs.
