Laughtermath.

I'm sorry I've been away for so long.  I've missed you, too.  No, really.  What?  What are you talking about?  No, I haven't been out drinking.  Oh, this?  No, that's just salsa.  Salsa.  It's not lipstick.  I swear... Look.  No.  No.  Okay, I don't want to talk about this, anymore.  Let's just go to bed.  Jesus.  You're exactly like your mother.  You don't want to sleep?  Fine.  I'm going to go talk about soccer.  ON THE INTERNET.

Ultimate Interviews - Ben.

We've learned a lot over the past month.

As the Final approaches on Sunday, it's time for an interview round-up.  We'll be hearing from each of our World Cup correspondents ONE LAST TIME in a segment I toyed with calling Ender's Game, but at the end of the day, FUCK Orson Scott Card.

I sent each of my blog-helpers the same ten-questionnaire, through which I hope to discover the true essence of World Cup 2010.  That, or this is a lazy, literary gimmick.