The Iceberg

Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and Monday. After four nights in a row of football and beer, I suffered my first hangover of the World Cup. Today my creative faculties (their existence is debatable, I know) simply won’t cooperate and I can’t be arsed (more poofy English) to write anything. I expect to be fully recovered in time for tonight’s first kick-off, however, and will bring along my camera. Hopefully something good will come of it.

The U.S. soccer football team still has a looooooong way to go.  My GOD they were shite tonight.  (note: In the spirit of the World Cup I am using “poofy” British English. :-))

Also, was it just me, or did Guus Hinddink look like he was having a heart attack following Japan’s goal?  Thank god the Aussies pulled it out.  We’d hate to lose Korea’s national treasure #159.  After Australia’s first goal, I heard Koreans at the bar say - and I quote - “Japan 1 Hiddink 1″.  I swear I am not making this up.  It was like he was taking on the entire Japanese side by himself.