Day Thirteen Wrap Up.

It's all happening now.  As you may or may not have heard, the USA is FUCKING AWESOME.  Ignore the images and listen to the song.  Yes.

YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

U-S-A!  U-S-A!  U-S-A!  U-S-A!  U-S-A!

U-S-A!  U-S-A!  U-S-A!  U-S-A!  U-S-A!  

Day Two Wrap Up.

Oh, we're in it now.  I can only assume that Gooch's shirt is referring to the ethereal, transcendent talent that is Tim Howard.

Day One Wrap Up.

Day one is done. Group A games finished with two ties, one boring and one quite enthralling.

Judge Dread.

So, as you may or may not know, the USMNT B Team got Euro-Served last night by the ultimate threat to soccer in America:

Republicans.

Granted, these were Republicans of the Czech variety, but I still think my analysis holds.  

Based upon our individual and team performances last night, I am prepared to predict what the US Final Roster will look like.  And, in some strange coincidence, I'm putting out my version only HOURS before Bob Bradley will announce his final cuts at 1:00 PM EST today.

Crazy in Love

Fair warning: I'm going to be serious for a second. Maybe even honest. If you're here mostly to be amused, you may want to skip this post.

These next few paragraphs are mostly intended for those among my readers who wouldn't really call themselves soccer fans. Watch the video below, and meet me on the other side.

One Month.

Friends and Lovers-

Declarative sentence: The World Cup begins in less than a month. Additional declarative sentence, followed by a sentence fragment: This blog will mostly be about the World Cup. Mostly.

In paragraphs to follow, my prose will soar to great heights. It will glorify the people, the places, the world and the game. But do not expect such things today. Instead, in this opening post, I will employ a cheap literary device.