I come to you today from my brand-spankin' new booter, which is attached to my brand-namin' new iPod, which is right next to my not-so-new-except-to-me PS2, and all in all I'm feeling pretty good about the whole situation.
Anywho, I'm trying my best not to rant about the outcome of die Weltmeisterschaft, meaning I should probably avoid the whole topic of futbol (as all roads lead to Rome). Luckily, my little hometown is in the midst of the drunken festivities known as Jubilee Days, so my mind is preoccupied with jubilation and whatnot*. Speaking of which, I spent the night taking Irish carbombs on the roof of a downtown building and yelling at drunkard pedestrians and anyone who looked out of place (i.e. sober), until some especially out of place gentleman (cops) told us to either jump off or shut the hell up. We chose the latter.
*Booze. Lots and lots of booze. And of course the ensuing, inevitable hilarity.
I'm sorry, I just can't resist...
Okay, so the thing I can't stand about the Azzurri is... wait, no, I'll refrain on such a broad topic. Instead, please allow me to sum up my thoughts on the tourney:
1. The soccer gods are clearly mocking me, as my only request going into the second round was "anybody but Portugal and Italy." Don't ask.
2. Deutschland. How do they always manage to do so well? I think the key this time around was putting David Hasselhoff in goal. God those Germans love their Hasselhoff.
3. YOU HAVE TO LOVE AFRICAN TEAMS! People are just starting to realize that if there was a country the size of Brazil in Africa, then, like, that'd be like another Brazil. I'm already looking forward to 2010.
4. Italy... GUAAARGH!
5. For his age, Zidane is the greatest player in the world, and no amount of headbutting can nullify that. I mean, how many dudes in their mid-thirties can school the entire Brazilian midfield? Also, it's a damn shame if people remember him for his untimely exit, especially considering it was provoked by a racial slur in a tournament whose slogan was "Say No to Racism." Also, who let Nancy Reagan choose the slogan?
But, as much as it hurts to say, kudos to Italy on their fourth raising of the trophy. And they even did it without Mussolini this time!*
*Ha-ha... BURN!
Anywho, I'm trying my best not to rant about the outcome of die Weltmeisterschaft, meaning I should probably avoid the whole topic of futbol (as all roads lead to Rome). Luckily, my little hometown is in the midst of the drunken festivities known as Jubilee Days, so my mind is preoccupied with jubilation and whatnot*. Speaking of which, I spent the night taking Irish carbombs on the roof of a downtown building and yelling at drunkard pedestrians and anyone who looked out of place (i.e. sober), until some especially out of place gentleman (cops) told us to either jump off or shut the hell up. We chose the latter.
*Booze. Lots and lots of booze. And of course the ensuing, inevitable hilarity.
I'm sorry, I just can't resist...
Okay, so the thing I can't stand about the Azzurri is... wait, no, I'll refrain on such a broad topic. Instead, please allow me to sum up my thoughts on the tourney:
1. The soccer gods are clearly mocking me, as my only request going into the second round was "anybody but Portugal and Italy." Don't ask.
2. Deutschland. How do they always manage to do so well? I think the key this time around was putting David Hasselhoff in goal. God those Germans love their Hasselhoff.
3. YOU HAVE TO LOVE AFRICAN TEAMS! People are just starting to realize that if there was a country the size of Brazil in Africa, then, like, that'd be like another Brazil. I'm already looking forward to 2010.
4. Italy... GUAAARGH!
5. For his age, Zidane is the greatest player in the world, and no amount of headbutting can nullify that. I mean, how many dudes in their mid-thirties can school the entire Brazilian midfield? Also, it's a damn shame if people remember him for his untimely exit, especially considering it was provoked by a racial slur in a tournament whose slogan was "Say No to Racism." Also, who let Nancy Reagan choose the slogan?
But, as much as it hurts to say, kudos to Italy on their fourth raising of the trophy. And they even did it without Mussolini this time!*
*Ha-ha... BURN!