
It will be tough, in a way, not to hear that young African boy yell enako at me anymore, before every match/commercial break.
So sad.
But we must press on. Now that the World Cup is over, here are a few leftover thoughts from the soccer matchup tournaments in Southern Africa:
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A third-place game? Get rid of this shitbox game already. Do we really need to determine who was third best at the World Cup? This is so 50 years ago. You don't need the money that much, FIFA. The players don't really want to be there, fighting for a bronze after just missing out on the gold. It's like a kick to the grundle. Send them home. Later Schweinsteigy.
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Biggest winner, Part I: Carles Puyol. What with that flowing mane basically owning the field, how could he not be? It even contributed to a huge win in the semi. How does he get away with it? How can he keep a straight face with that thing flopping around? How does he keep a marker on someone when his glam rock is all getting in his eyes? Much like Chuck Norris or the Dos Equis beer guy, it's really useless to ask questions. It just is. That's the way of the world.
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Biggest winner, Part II: The Oracle Octopus. Does it get any more clutch? He went 8-for-8 during the tournament, and pissed off the whole of Germany when he picked ze Germans to correctly lose to Spain in the semis. (Don't shoot the messenger - or grill him. calimari lols.) His final picks were shown on live TV, even though it took him 20 or 30 minutes to make the picks. He's a fucking octopus. He killed it.
Now a Madrid zoo is trying to work out a transfer agreement with the German zoo. And you probably thought I was kidding. I'll continue to closely monitor this situation.
And please, someone show me a link where I can buy an OctoPaul T-shirt. I have to have one. That's what I'll remember most about this tourney. That and the vuvuzelas, which I will actually miss, quite fondly. There's got to be a shirt of the octopus out there, and if not, maybe that's the business I need to be in.

- The only thing I enjoyed about the USA losing to Ghana was this guy. Seriously, that's some Papa Shango shit going on right there, a hex straight from the Ugandan Nightmare. Except this was Ghana. You know what I mean. In the end, this was the USA's summer in South Africa:
USA 1-1 England: Respectable, I guess, until you realize that England was way overhyped, barely made the round of 16, was routed by Germany and, oh yeah, the USA's equalizer was beyond pathetic.
USA 2-2 Slovenia: They had to labor for a 2-2 draw against a bunch of Charlie Brown-jersey wearing douches. They didn't deserve to tie (or win, with the disallowed goal) after going down 0-2 to these guys. Just deserts (or is it desserts? I don't care). They were lucky to get a draw. Landon Donovan's goal happened because no one bothered to mark him and the Slovenia goalie didn't want the get hit by the ball. Ahhh, you're a goalie, that's part of the job. If you don't like it, don't sign up for it. Cut off the angles, dingleberry.
USA 1-0 Algeria: Scored a miracle goal that it didn't deserve at the last second. A truly special moment in sports history (it was powerhouse Algeria, after all), and one that blew up the Yahoo! site because so many people went online.
USA 1-2 Ghana: Another early goal puts them behind the 8-ball. Donovan gets the glory for a PK that Dempsey earned -- dumb rule, Dempsey should have to take it. Then they cough it up in extra time on a spectacular Ghana goal and the US is toast.
There was a whole lot of buzz for a USA team that delivered two lucky draws and a miracle win to make it out of what was an easy group. Then came a disappointing loss in the round of 16 to a team that was without its best player, Essien. They say you need a little bit of luck at the World Cup. The USA got some, and got a shit easy draw and they still bombed. Back to the drawing board.
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The Too Damn Tan banner jinx. Everyone was talking about the Nike soccer jinx, what with the several iterations to the commercial needed to keep it going. Ronaldinho never even made the team, Rooney was shit and might very well end up in a trailer somewhere, Ribery and his French team were an utter disgrace, Drogba was injured before the tournament even began and basically had zero effect -- who am I missing? Fabio Cannavaro, whose Italy team found a way to stumble into last in the easiest group. And, oh yeah, Ronal-d'oh. Thanks for coming out. One goal on a circus bounce in a rout of an overmatched team. Feel good about that one, then go do 50 more crunches. Then there was the ad with Robinho, which Nike made so that a Brazil player who actually played in the tournament got some love. By the time this was getting major play, Brazil was about to lose to the Dutch/Netherlands/Holland and be sent home.
Now to Cody's banner. There's David Villa, which was a great pick with his performance in the tourney, but c'mon, he was chosen more because of Cody's man crush on him. And really, did Valencia shit the bed letting him transfer before the Cup and not after? Plonker. Blunder. Thierry Henry, hmmm, did he even start a game? Don't think so. But hey, now you can see him in the USA now that he's retired with the New York Red Bulls. Kaka missed a game due to suspension and his team shat out in the quarters. Lionel Messi had a great tournament but he had no goals and his team was crushed by Germany. Wayne Rooney sucked a big donkey and Drogba was hurt and his team failed to make it out of the group stage.
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USA chokers: This was about as good of a draw as you could ask for they couldn't get it done. The glaring weakness is finding a striker that is worth a damn. A defense that doesn't give up a goal in the first five minutes every game would help too (sorry Ricardo Clark, but you're shit). USA Soccer needs to target the failed basketball/football players. All you need is speed anyway to excel as a striker (well, maybe that's not all, right Robbie Findley?). Teach them how to kick a ball and you're set. Cogito ergo sum, send some scouts to Texas high school practice or the practice field of your local Division I football program. Find a kid who has skills but is too raw or too much of a softie to stay healthy on the field. Give him a chance at soccer.
I remember this one Utah cornerback, Desmond Davis, who was in one of my BS basketball classes in college. He toasted everybody and could've played for the Utah hoops team, he was that nasty. But he was instead a football guy who ended up with a career riddled with medicrity and injuries. Put a guy like that on the soccer field, where he can stay healthy (relatively), and you're set.
That and scout all of the Mexican-Americans who are obviously more into the sport at the adult level. There are more Herculez Gomezeses out there. Let's find them.
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Africa: Fun fact: Africa has 1 billion people. Seriously, 1 billion. By comparison, the USA has 300 million, give or take. How can a country with that many people not have its shit together, especially in terms of its soccer. Not have a team ever make it to the semifinal? And all of their teams are coached by some Euro trash dropout. Get some of their young coaches to infiltrate the EPL or La Liga, get some ideas and learn your head from your ass, then come back to the homeland and coach your national team and lead them to glory. It seems simple.
-Man, I really killed it with this blog post. Good work. Nice effort. K thx bye. sk sk