aaaaaaaand here we go
the us wasn’t good enough tonight. that hurts to admit, but i’m not going to act like our victory was snatched unjustly from us by mexico/the ref.
actually, that feels good to admit.
THE US ISN’T GOOD ENOUGH!
something everyone had better get used to, frankly, in terms of geopolitics.
wow.
my clear bias nonwithstanding,
how the fuck do you intentionally kick someone in the head and not get a card?
fucking fuck.
roughly translated: “we hold it together with wire”
an argentinean saying, celebrating a history of quick improvisation and shoestring problem-solving.
always makes me think of the usa back line.
while i was complaining
michael bradley fucking scored
so…my complaining…is a good luck charm for the team?
THANK GOD CAUSE I WAS GONNA KEEP DOING IT ANYWAY
a loss
a loss + shutout
a terrible loss
a win
a huge win
a win on penalties
How do you see Saturday’s game going?
USA wins 1-0 on a free kick. Captain Carlos Bocanegra heads in a Landon Donovan cross. 86th min.
Well, that’s at least what I dreamt last night.
well, eric wynalda, last night i dreamt that i went fishing and caught a giant tortoise that was wearing a cape. i decided to release him with the cape still on, because “at this point he’s probably used to swimming with it and i don’t want to throw him off.”
fingers crossed that your dream is the one that comes true, because otherwise a stadium full of people are going to be pretty confused.
— if you say so, comm.
adu in for agudelo is…surprising.
but i’m refraining from judgment because this does feel like it could become a magical sports story where freddy scores a hat trick and is immediately assumed into heaven.
it could also become yet another entry in my Shame On You Bob Bradley journal.
