Since I haven’t written anything since ever so subtly noting that USC’s Brian Cushing needs some estrogen suppressants, I suppose I should get back on the horse and talk to you about something – or, at the very least, make a couple sniping comments:
The Seattle Times reports that “Ronnie Fouch, a 6-foot-2, 185-pounder who will be a senior this fall at East Valley High in Redlands, Calif., committed to Washington coach Tyrone Willingham on Monday night, only a few minutes after having been officially offered a scholarship. Fouch, who is the fourth commitment for the Class of 2007, said he also had offers from Texas-El Paso, Boise State, Nevada and Wyoming.” Considering those four offers, ouch is right. I wonder if Tyrone Willingham was on the golf course when the kid committed.
When Frank Lampard missed the first penalty kick (and 80th shot on goal), I wept for I knew the end was nigh. And 10 minutes later, it was. I remain inconsolable about this loss, so to those of you that keep trying to make me feel better and/or discuss the match, please – just stop. While I appreciate the effort, I’m an angry, bitter, and spectacularly immature girl and there is no use in trying. I cannot handle an objective discussion about this issue nor do I wish to. It is simply too painful. I know all of this makes me a small person; I can live with that.
Cristiano Ronaldo can eat a dick. Whatever fascination I had with his more superficial features is officially kaput. I hope he dies from a swift kick to the jimmy. I hope I am the deliverer of said justice kick.
Germany and Italy put on what I believe to be the match of the World Cup. They played 118 minutes of adventurous, chance-filled football and no game as thrilling as theirs deserved to be decided by penalty kicks. It seemed to me that though Italy dominated possession, the Germans were the aggressors.. I assumed they’d pull out the victory but when Grosso whipped a delicious, left-footed curler around Jens Lehmann in the 118th minute, I had an orgasm. A big one – the kind that gives you aftershocks. Bravo, Italia.
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You’re not, uh, watching today’s games with anybody are ya? Because, you know, I can keep ya company! haha
Maybe i need to watch soccer while my boyfriend pretends to know what he’s doing in bed. It’s probably the only way I’m gonna get anything worthwhile, let alone aftershocks.
Spunky, agree with you totally re the Germany-Italy match. Great match, easily the best of the tournament to that point. Katy – my condolences.
That dude sucks anyway Katy. Get rid of his ass.
The old coach may have been on the golf course when the kid committed but no way he took the call. The ring mighta fucked up his chi out there
Women can have orgasms?
Definitely on Germany/Italy. That was great stuff from start to finish and I thought Germany would pull through. What’d you think of Lehmann though? I know there was nothing he could do on those last goals but he lucked out a few times. It’s too bad it can’t be a Germany/France final.
Then what’re you doin with the dude? That’s a waste of time Katy, seriously.
As far as Willingham goes, there’s no way he’ll even be in the state of Washington by the time “Ouch” takes the field.