Germany ALWAYS does this to me. They did this to me in 2002, and they did it to me now. On purpose. Iker Casillas was the only reason the final was even watchable.
Hold on to your jock-straps, ’cause Germany is going to the final BABY YEAH!
It’s 3 a.m. in the Holy Land, and I am quietly celebrating Russia’s victory over Holland. I’ve got no one to high-five and no one to knock back the shots with, but I am high-fiving and knocking back shots in spirit, on the astral plane, where the stars shine red tonight. I must admit thatContinue reading “I see you baby! Going to the semi-final!”
From Russia, my Russia: Roman Shirokov (who looks like he should be in the Marines). From Italia: Luca Toni (smile for me, Cheshire Kitty). From France: Thierry Henry. From Spain: Iker Casillas (rocking my face off since 2002) and, since I can’t resist, Fernando Torres. From Portugal: Helder Castiga and… OK… OK… I trash himContinue reading “I am working on a new essay, so check out the Beautiful Men, Euro 2008 Edition”