My awesome powers of prognostication
Me, in an email to a friend earlier today:
final score?
US 2-0 Spain.
USA! USA! USA!
I don't think i can get away from my meeting in time to see a 9 man US MNT get chastised 5-0 by Spain.
final score?
US 2-0 Spain.
USA! USA! USA!
Labels: soccer
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Or, mockingly, E.E.U.U.! E.E.U.U.!
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Marsosudiro, at 11:23 PM
I'm still not quite sure how to process this. I mean, WTF?
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Unknown, at 10:21 AM
Just pointing out how fallible i can be in assessing the potential of soccer programs.
Like most people, i thought the US had about as much chance of beating Spain as my daughter's high school team from a few years ago would have.
I was wrong.
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Barry, at 10:32 AM
Sorry, Barry, I didn't mean your post. I meant the victory in general. Seriously. The *US* soccer team (we can't even get the name of the sport right!) beat the *European* champion, which everyone agrees has a once-in-a-generation collection of cohesive talent. The AMERICANS won something BIG in FUTBOL. And not even the women's team! The men! WTF!
Beautiful and cranial detonation-inducing at the same time.
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Unknown, at 3:36 PM
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