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.
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”
And screw Man U.
Yes, yes, I know using the word “classy” is un-progressive of me. I’m re-claiming it, however. On behalf of… uh, Ukrainian peasants everywhere. That’s right. After Jose Mourinho left Chelsea, I decided to take a break from blogging about the Premiership. The fact that the new boss, Avram Grant, has received anti-Jewish death threats, notContinue reading “A Classy Day for English Football: Death Threats, Rape Threats, and Racism Against Avram Grant and Tzofit Grant”