Day Twenty Three Wrap Up.

A DECISION HAS BEEN MADE!  Or, rather, two decisions were not made.  That's what I call good refereeing.

Day Twenty One Wrap Up.

The semi-finals have been settled.  Settled like a hot girl with a fat, rich husband.  Settled like the Willamette River Valley.  Settled like the dust.  Settled like Catan.

Day Seventeen Wrap Up.

This is my 100th entry.  I find that to be kind of ridiculous.  Anyway.

Shock!  Controversy!  Fate!  Exclamations!  Feigned interest!

Only Two Nazi References!

In high school, I once wrote a long, melodramatic journal entry (I know, I know) about how it's much easier to deal with people if you instantly dislike someone the first time you meet.  My argument was, if you're wrong and it turns out they rule, !!AWESOME!!, but if they end up sucking, you're spared the disappointment of somebody letting you down.

The title of said journal entry was "The World is Full of Fucks."  I've since changed my way of dealing with people, metamorphosing into a beautiful, magnanimous social creature, but it's still hard when you try and give someone a chance who turns out to be a total dick.

That's how I feel about Germany.  Because of the bad history between Jews and Germans, I've always been careful to not blame modern Deutschlanders for the mistakes some of their ancestors made.  With that in mind, I was totally willing to give their soccer team an honest chance.  Boy, how wrong I was.

It turns out, the German National Team is full of fucks.

Prediction vs. Conviction, Part Two.

Welcome to Prediction vs. Conviction, in which I explain what teams I realistically want to advance from group play versus what teams I actually think will advance from competition.