I could see the crowd gathering in our courtyard at work through my window. But I had no clue as to why.
"It's the trophy!" exclaimed a desk mate.
I could see it. It was big. It was shiny.. it was... "What is that?"
"It's THE trophy!!!" he stated again. "THE trophy."
I could see it was A trophy but had no clue as to why it was here or what it was an award for.
I left my desk for a closer look.
It was, I discovered, the Premier League trophy or as it's properly called: Barclays Premier League Trophy. Think the Stanley Cup of football (or soccer to most Americans).
While I was still generally, more or less, unimpressed. As seen here:
Wes worshiped it (or at least acted like he did to impress the Brits in the newsroom):
As to why it was there, in our courtyard in Abu Dhabi, far far away from it's current home of Manchester? You got me.
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I tried to control the urge, but just can't help it.....
Wes, I hope you cleaned off that spot on the trophy before you kissed it!
Motherly nagging moment over!
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