Friday, July 19, 2013

FEM 2013--Quarterfinals


Verdammte Scheiße Syndicate Members!
FEM 2013

Yes, yes. My sardonic gratitude to all of you who wrote to remind me that the Germans suffered their first defeat in a Women’s European tournament since 1993. The real resonance of that epic fail wouldn’t have hit me had it not been for your persistent ribs. We’ll see who’s laughing come Sunday evening.

My Mädels may have had an off game. A flukish goal and a death of useful creativity aside, we will crush the bullish Wopinstas on our way to the Semis. It doesn’t look as I we’ll get much further than that, but the Final Four remains an acceptable terminus for German Fans. Attain the Semis and we’re content. At some point it would be nice if we could actually begin capturing titles once again, but for now we’ll settle for the semis.

Ze Frauen might have seen their tournament dream completely dashed were it not for a plucky performance from the “Ice Daughters”. I looked ahead to the Norwegian match with great trepidation. Something told me we’d have to contend with a rather embarrassing loss.

From FEM 2013—Round Three:

“Hegerberg, Hegland, and Hansen continue to put on a clinic with their fabulous footwork. Ronning and Isaksen are finding their form. Hjelmseth ROCKS between the pipes. Yes, I’m very afraid. I fear for my Mädels. I honestly don’t know if they can best the Norwegian menace.”

What I could ABSOLUTELY NOT have foreseen was the following ACTUAL corporeality:

“Iceland ‘bails out’ Germany”

Read that sentence again. What…..the EFSMing fuck?

“Iceland ‘bails out’ Germany.”

ICELAND……bails out……GERMANY?!?!

These girls have turned reality on its head. Nothing makes sense anymore. At this juncture, I wouldn’t be surprised if the universe spontaneously opted to fold itself back into an infinite-dimensional singularity. We’ve got Iceland rescuing the Germans, Finland standing tall against Denmark, and the French smacking around anyone who gets in their way.

 No matter. It’s still been a thoroughly delightful tournament, and we’re far from finished. Before delving into some of the fun I’ve been assiduously preparing over the past few days, we’ve an important programming note to address

ATTENTION MEMBERS:

“EARLY DELIVERY LINES”

You know full well what happens when lines are set 3-4 days in advance. Things change. Injuries occur. Players fail fitness tests. Too much money comes in on one side and your friendly bookie has to move the line. As the Dude himself would put it, “New shit comes to light”. I do believe everyone knows that bets are taken on a “first come, first serve basis”. We emphasize that at the onset of every syndicate. If I may make an educated guess, almost every syndicate member has had to deal with a roving line at one point or another.

Consider yourself warned. These lines are essentially guaranteed to move. If you want action you’ll have to show some early traction.

Got that. Los mit dem Spaß! Today we’re pleased to announce the triumphant return of three segments that have hirtherto been sadly neglected.

1) Page one Rewrites of the Individual Rankings.

Been meaning to get around to this. It was a race against time as I hastily scrambled to cobble together a cursory assessment of this tournament’s ladies. Had to cut a few corners, skip a few countries, and do some uneducated guesswork. It was akin to giving your car a tune up but forgetting to tighten the sparkplugs. Let’s get to work fixing matters before those parts rocket off in rush-hour traffic.

As a new rule, I’m no longer going to rank any of these girls below 5.0. My subjective tastes in women notwithstanding, they’re all far better footballers than I could ever hope…even with bionic legs. Hence, they’ll be classified “average”. There aren’t really any ugly women in the world. Okay….there are more than a few, but I’ve actually loved my fair share and they were worthwhile nonetheless experiences. I also plan to inflate stats somewhat based on playing skills and some more subtle aspects of beauty. The latter part shouldn’t be too hard. I’ll just need a six-pack of “Big Flats 1901 Premium Brew”. I will make these women look better! 

2) “Storia della Bellazza with Umberto Eco Vicey.”

“Umberto Eco he is not. What’s to stop him from pretending? Here are some thoughts ‘On Beauty’ from your friendly bookie.”

Oh Yes. This is back in a big way! Light the candles! 

3) “Ramble On, Vicey.”

It’s simply been too long. Every man has to rant.

Shall we begin by bidding farewell? Four nations failed to reach the knockout stages…in a competition where TWO of the third place group teams were eligible no less.

 Finland (3 games played, 1 goal, 2 points) 

From FEM 2013—“Syndicate X-2”

“Finland, Finland, Finland.
The country where I want to be,
Pony-treking or camping,
Or just watching TV
Finland, Finland, Finland
It’s the country for me.

You’re so near to Russia,
So far from Japan
Quite a Long Way from Cairo
Lot’s of miles from Vietnam

So sadly neglected,
And often ignored,
A poor second to Belgium,
When going abroad”

Thank you, Eric Idle!! This Python Classic routinely fails to get its due! For starters, it’s given me something to write about Finland! Thank for the fuck Christ! The challenges associated with finding something interesting to say about the Finnish Women’s national football team are only slightly less unnerving than those faced when tasked with a write-up on the Azerbaijani Ice Hockey Team. That’s it. I don’t know what else to say.

Now I know what to say…..sort of. Meet the “Pearl Owls”, then promptly say goodbye to them for four years. No way they qualify for the 2015 Women’s World Cup in Canada

 Finland—2013 Rankings 

Tuija Hyyrynen
10.0
Tinjia Riika Korpeala
9.0
Leena Puranen
9.0
Ella Vanhanen
8.9
Nora Heroum
8.8
Laura Kivistö
7.9
Emmi Alanen
7.6
Marianna Tolvanen
7.4
Sanna Talonen
6.9
Heidi Kivelä
6.7
Annika Sjölund
6.6
Sussana Lehtinen
6.0
Tiinia Saario
5.8
Annika Kukkonen
5.4
Katri Nokoso-Kovisto
5.2
Nea-Stea Liljejhal
5.0
Pirijo Leppekangas
5.0
Natalia Kuikka
5.0
Anna Westerlund
5.0
Jaana Lyytikäninen
5.0
Henni Malinen
5.0

 “Storia della bellaza – With Umberto Eco Vicey” (Part IX) 

Tuija Hyyryen affords us an opportunity to explore the once again explore the indefinable concept of the “Perfect Girl Next Door”. (Sometimes referred to as “The Pristine Farmer’s Daughter” in certain circles.) What do guys mean by this?  I’ve tried to tackle this in previous installments and honestly haven’t done all that great of a job at all : (

From Part VII:

“Ask a dude what precisely it is that merits “girl next door” status and you won’t receive anything close to a coherent answer. As articulate a man as I consider myself, I cannot compose something that supercedes American Football Player Interview Speak:

“Uh….yeah…you know….uh….the ‘girl next door’…she’s…like….uh….the girl who be….all bashful….and stuff.”

Yes. The eloquent writer finds himself reduced to sounding like “Miss Teen South Carolina”. As one fumble for some sort of useable definition, all that comes to mind concerns her proclivity towards reticence. But the “girl next door” need not be quiet and reserved”

I’m still fumbling for answers. All one can truly say concerns the fact that there is a certain kind of adorable cuteness that makes even the most foulmouthed of sinners want to foreswear drinking, cursing, and gambling….forever. One look at Tuija Hyyryen leaves one feeling as if its time to move to the country, buy a tractor, and start a small ministry. Don’t take my word for it, now. See for yourself:





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I need to buy a farm. Doesn’t anyone know where I can find some reasonably priced sheep? No more gambling columns for your friendly bookie. All I want to do is scythe grass, breed bunnies, and cultivate alfalfa sprouts. I want to wake up to this beautiful girl’s incredible smile every morning, and make sweet passionate love to her every night.

Time to settle down and get back to the simple life. We’ll till the earth until 4 p.m., then play football with the kids in the field until sunset. Country Roads….take me home…to ze place…….where I BELONG!

Whoa. What just happened there? SNAP OUT OF IT VICEY! Whew. I don’t know where I just was, but I’m back. How do these “Girls Next Door/Pristine Famer’s Daughters” do it? I still can’t tell you exactly. Three factors help.

1) Height

She has to be small. No taller than 5’5’’ (164 cms). Taller women engender an entirely different sort of attraction.

2) Facial Structure

All varieties work, but “The Girl Next Door” has to sport a round-ish face. 

3) Smile

That smile constitutes the “real deal”. She’s not faking or posing! Everything about it screams, “Don’t you want to get to know a nice girl? I’m not crazy! I’m sweet and mentally stable! I won’t drive you up the fucking wall with incessant neediness!”

Beyond that, most men exhibit two kinds of inherent primal attraction. The first is pure, unadulterated sexual lust:

EXAMPLE:

“Holy shit! Did you see the ass on that redhead? What I wouldn’t tear up given a few minutes alone in the dark with that! Follow the erection!

However, a man’s softer, more supple paternalistic instincts shouldn’t be discounted either.

EXAMPLE:

“Awww..Look at the sweet, innocent little round-faced girl. I’d love to cradle her in my arms and tenderly love her like a big brother.”

The former type leads to some fairly rough sexual escapades and over ninety-five percent of one’s relationships. Very rarely does the latter type lead to anything other than friendship. It’s not an implicitly sexual attraction, after all. Once in a very blue moon, a girl can somehow dial up the right combination of these two instincts and the man swoons in a way even Percy Sledge couldn’t sing about. He’ll give up EVERYTHING. That’s the magic of “The Girl Next Door” 

 Netherlands (3 games played, ZERO goals, 1 point) 

Did not see this one coming. It seemed perfectly reasonable to expect that Slegers and van de Van would eventually figure out how to better involve their teammates. Surely the forward impetus of Bito and Spitse would produce…SOMETHING.

How wrong I turned out to be. The Lady Oranje wasted another brilliant performance by Lieke Martins en route to a goalless dud of an exit. This actually constitutes sad news for all of us, as Koster, van de Donk, and Melis had plenty more to offer. This should spell the end for the decidedly un-innovative Roger Reijners. Best of luck to the Dutch as they embark upon a prolonged rebuilding phase.

 The Netherlands—INITIAL 2013 Rankings 

Danielle van de Donk
10.0
Annouk Hoogendijk
10.0
Claudia van der Heilegenberg
9.6
Lieke Martens
9.4
Leonne Stentler
9.1
Christen van de Ven
8.7
Dyanne Bito
8.5
Mandy Versteegt
8.4
 Manon Melis
8.0
Merel Van Dongen
7.6
Renee Sledgers
7.3
Maayke Heuver
7.2
Sherida Spitze
7.0
Sylvia Smit
6.9
Siri Worm
6.7
Annouk Dekker
6.6
Loes Guerts
6.0
Desiree van Lunteren
5.8
Daphne Koster
3.6

 The Netherlands—2013 Rankings (Revised Page One Rewrite) 

Danielle van de Donk
10.0
Annouk Hoogendijk
10.0
Lieke Martens
10.0
Claudia van der Heilegenberg
9.6
Leonne Stentler
9.4
Dyanne Bito
9.2
Mandy Versteegt
9.0
Manon Melis
8.8
Siri Worm
8.7
Merel Van Dongen
8.4
Loes Gurts
8.3
Renee Sledgers
7.9
Maayke Heuver
7.8
Sherida Spitze
7.4
Sylvia Smit
7.0
Annouk Dekker
6.9
Kirsten van de Ven
6.5
Desiree van Lunteren
6.4
Daphne Koster
5.0

Promotions all around. Received a few quips concerning how I’ve overrated the Dutch team. Turns out that was true, at least with respect to their potential on the pitch. I maintained that I shortchanged these ladies on their looks. Promotions all around.

 “Storia della bellaza – With Umberto Eco Vicey” (Part X) 

Why undertake such a time-consuming and über-thoughtful rethink? Because it remains all in the eye of the beholder, people. How can an overworked Shadow Scholar desperately grasping for free time possibly be expected to put together a even remotely factual segment on female footballers. The answer? He can’t come anywhere close. I write not such words not to placate a few haughty female readers who can’t spell, can’t type, and can’t even manage to put a coherent sentence together. Hell with that.

Nevertheless, it remains a relevant use of my limited time to remind everyone how subjectively dynamic the subject of beauty is. Consider our highly regarded Dutch Dames. Lieke Martens initially earned a 9.4. If you saw this picture of her, you’d write her off as the chubby chick who sat next to you in your Trig Class.


Hmmm…who’s that frumpy little ugly duckling? Surely this can’t be the same girl

  
So she’s done up in one picture you might argue. Don’t jump to conclusions. She looks good in uniform too.




Perfect Ten. What about Danielle van de Donk, Vicey. Seems like a pretty average looking woman to me:


Sorry, but she earns Perfect Ten Status here:


Why is Leonne Stentler so high? What’s so special about this?


Well…what about the regal beauty obvious here:


or here:


My point isn’t that people take bad pictures, have bad hair days, occasionally gain/lose weight, or stumble into the right/wrong lighting….although that does adequately explain why one can’t take ONE picture with most girls without having to delete at least 34,213 others. The point isn’t even that one shouldn’t focus on outward aesthetic beauty.

The point, if indeed I still have one, is that all of our beauty remains ephemeral. An OBJECT of beauty relies upon the recognition bestowed upon it during one fleeting moment. By contrast an UNDERSTANDING of beauty cannot be achieved without a requisite investment of time and thought.

I’ll explain what I mean. No, I’m not on drugs in case anyone is wondering. No, I haven’t been drinking the Erich Fromm Kool-Aid either. I can provide arbitrary numerical designations based on a bit of rudimentary Internet research. I can discover even more beauty after watching some of the girls in action. Take note that the better players keep rising.

That’s what inflates the rankings (along with the Big Flats). I still miss A HELLUVA LOT. Just like any other imperfect human being, I’m liable to automatically edit out all the beauty that sits directly underneath my nose. That’s all I wanted to say.

Well…that AND…should you ever consider yourself underappreciated or outright ignored, know that the eye of some beholder is out there somewhere. Eventually that eye will find you…maybe even after having ignored you for years ; ) 

 England (3 games played, 3 goals, 1 point) 

That’s all she wrote, Hope. RESIGN! I can’t watch this country fail miserably anymore. Another year. Another team with 400 combined International Caps takes a nosedive. Why must England always lose? I’ve read this book front-to-back and I’m still nowhere close to a definitive answer:


This is just too depressing. Let’s talk about the girls.

 England—2011 Rankings 

Eniola Aluko
9.8
Sophie Bradley
9.0
Alex Scott
8.6
Rachel Yankey
8.4
Stephanie Houghton
8.0
Karen Carney
7.8
Claire Rafferty
7.7
Rachel Unitt
7.5
Jessica Clarke
7.2
Faye White
7.0
Kelly Smith
6.5
Karen Bardsley
5.6
Casey Stoney
5.5
Ellen White
5.4
Fara Williams
5.3
Dunia Susi
5.2
Anita Asante
5.1
Jill Scott
5.0
Laura Bassett
4.6

 England—INITIAL 2013 Rankings 

Eniola Aluko
10.0
Sophie Bradley
9.6
Gemma Bonner
9.5
Alex Scott
9.2
Rachel Yankey
9.0
Stephanie Houghton
8.9
Karen Carney
8.5
Jade Moore
8.5
Toni Duggan
8.4
Jordan Nobbs
8.3
Jessica Clarke
8.0
Kelly Smith
7.6
Karen Bardsley
7.4
Casey Stoney
7.1
Ellen White
7.0
Fara Williams
6.8
Dunia Susi
6.8
Anita Asante
6.7
Jill Scott
6.7

 England—2013 Rankings (Revised Page One Rewrite) 

Eniola Aluko
10.0
Sophie Bradley
9.6
Gemma Bonner
9.5
Alex Scott
9.3
Rachel Yankey
9.3
Jordan Nobbs
8.8
Casey Stoney
8.5
Karen Carney
8.0
Jessica Clarke
8.0
Kelly Smith
8.0
Ellen White
8.0
Karen Bardsley
7.4
Jade Moore
7.3
Fara Williams
7.3
Dunia Susi
7.2
Anita Asante
6.7
Toni Duggan
6.7
Jill Scott
6.7
Steph Houghton
6.0

Some demotions to report one. I’ve become less enamored with Steph Houghton, Karen Carney, Jade Moore, and Toni Duggan. Rachel Yankey, Alex Scott, Casey Stoney, Fara Williams, and Dunia Susi are on the rise.

 “Storia della bellaza – With Umberto Eco Peter Weis” (Part XI) 

Time to discuss Eniola Aluko and what precisely makes black so beautiful. To begin with, I must emphasize that it’s NOT THE HAIR!!

Here’s Eniola with a sweated conch:


Here she is with some nappy braids:


Here she is short and unkempt:



And you can also check her out long and styled:


I acknowledge that whatever argument I’m building towards faces the fundamental flaw that I can’t find her rocking a fro. It’s always been my contention that black girls should let their hair grow wild and avoid makeup at all costs. I don’t want anything tarnishing that pure regal beauty. It would appear that Eniola isn’t quite ready for that yet…and I’ve no choice but to forgive her. ;) ;)

To broach the topic of skin tone when discussing beauty borders on the sacrilege. I couldn’t care less if a girl has a few pimples, a touch of eczema, or a blotch here and there. No need to spend all of your money on foundational makeup and tanning salons, ladies. That’s not what’s important. I wouldn’t be honest, however, if I didn’t concede a peculiar fascination with women of the deeply dark persuasion. Light-skinned blacks can charm and enchant just as well….but look at this woman!!!


She looks as if her face was chiseled from a piece of obsidian! It’s almost as if Michelangelo himself took a rock hammer to a piece of volcanic glass!

Okay, okay. My strange infatuation with “Midnight Black” mostly has to do with its exotic horizontal distance from what I see when I look in the mirror. It has a lot to do with Randy Crawford as well. My all-time favorite soul singer was also dark as night. That made her gleaming white smile all the more captivating.


 Russia (3 games played, 3 goals, 2 points) 

Thank goodness the drawing of lots ended up yielding a just result. Denmark should have gone through on goal differential. Introducing chance into the equation was uncalled for. Well done, “karma police”…wherever or whatever you happen to be.

Seriously. DRAWING LOTS? When did we arrive in Danny Boyle’s “Shallow Grave”? Okay..enough. Sergei Lavryentov mismanaged “Pussy Riot” from the opening match. What sort of tone does it set when the trainer yanks the starting left bank and her go-to midfielder in the 35th minute? You a’int Putin, Sergei. You don’t pull priceless Greek treasure out of the sea and guide Cranes back to their natural habitat!

After humiliating Medved and Savchenkova, he then started them in the subsequent match. Unsurprisingly, they played like frightened children. In spite of Terekova’s obvious inability to best Carney on the right wing, he stuck with her for a full 93 minutes.

Something clearly had to change along that Petrova-Sidorvskaya-Tysbutovich axis, but he left it untouched coming into the crucial Spain match. Finally, no adequate explanation suffices for only using TWO substitutions as the Ruskies fight for their tournament lives came down to the wire. Bessalova for Sochneva in the 58th…..and we were done? Where was Shlyapina? She’s scored 23 goals in 55 caps!

Entirely too hot with the initial audacious moves, then entirely too frigid and calculating with a lack of creativity down the stretch. I’m not even talking about the Russian women yet….though I’m about to.

 Russia— INITIAL 2013 Rankings 

Elivira Todua
9.7
Olga Petrova
9.3
Nelli Korovkina
9.2
Natalia Pertseva
9.0
Anastasia Kostyukova
8.6
Natalia Shlyapina
8.3
Ksenia Tsybutovich
8.0
Ekaterina Sochneva
7.7
Maria Dyatchkova
7.3
Elena Medved
7.0

 Russia—2013 (Revised Page One Rewrite) 

Elivira Todua
9.7
Olga Petrova
9.3
Nelli Korovkina
9.5
Natalia Pertseva
9.0
Anastasia Kostyukova
8.6
Natalia Shlyapina
8.3
Ksenia Tsybutovich
8.0
Ekaterina Sochneva
7.7
Maria Dyatchkova
7.3
Elena Medved
7.6
Alla Sidorovskaya
5.4
Daria Makarenko
5.2
Elena Therekova
5.0
Yulia Gordeeva
5.0

Some new names to report. A few promotions as well. What can I say? I still can’t find quality data on a full 1/6 of the roster. The highly logical explanation for this is that I can’t type in Cyrillic. Sorry. I try to type these girls’ westernized names into Internet Search Engines and all I get are pouty, wannabe-Russian-mail-order brides giving me the “come hither” look. Sorry, girls. Just up to a bit of sketchy football research. No husband here. I can’t even afford half of your plane ticket!

 “Storia della bellaza – With Umberto Eco Vicey” (Part XII) 

Keeper Elvira Todua possesses a distinctly Russian face:


I know what you’re thinking. You falsely assume that, when she’s not plotting to kidnap you, she’s a cold automaton that doesn’t give a shit. This blank stare is often the default facial expression of Russian/Slavic women. As it so happens, it doesn’t necessarily mean they don’t give a shit. 

Here she is NOT looking at you as if the interrogation session is about to begin:


Oops. Not the best example. Nope! The interrogation session is in full swing there. Let’s try again:


Hmmm…like the half smile, but I still have the sense she’s attempting to pry me open by the neck and suck whatever passes for my soul out with laser beams she emits from her eyes. C’mon, girl. How about a smile?


I said SMILE!!!


Awww…there we are. That dog doesn’t look as if it’s about to become lunch at all! See? She’s got a softer side to her! Maybe she’s tender after all…or maybe she wants to tenderize the Pomeranian.

Okay. Here’s what to take way from all of this guys: Russian Women are nothing to be afraid of. They’re merely house an unfathomably deep soul. They are the guardians of a dark subterranean abyss that claws away at their hearts. That’s enough for them to deal with. Why would they want to eat your soul when they already possess too much of one to begin with?  Everything will be alright. Isn’t that correct, “Elvira Angel”?


I rest my case.

Ramble On, Vicey

--How far behind have I gotten over the course of this bustling Summer? Well…I managed to tidy up the squalid den that was my office…somewhat. I still can’t tell you anything about the Morsi Coup, because I HAVEN’T READ ONE SENTENCE about it. Unbelievable. The most significant geopolitical event all year and I know nothing. Sorry, but this happens to be the type of shit that leads to me to wake up screaming at 3:30 a.m.

THE TEST?! I’M GOING TO FAIL THE TEST!!!

--Rambling Aficionados will recall that my struggles to find halfway decent streamed music to type along to dates back to this Winter:

From CAN 2013--Quarterfinals

--Sitting down to sling out a few arrows of thought, the first one that surfaces concerns the inability to find a decent online electronic trance radio station. By this I mean, could I possibly beseech someone out there in the ether to SIMPLY PLAY SOME UNINTERRUPTED UPBEAT TRANCE?!? I’m on my fourth station thus far, and haven’t gone so much as a minute without having to listen to some accented DJ bursting in:

“Hey..hey..it’s Jochaim von Schwarzlaugenschmelze and YOU..are in…DA MIX!”

Shut the fuck up. I know where I am…and I was doing just fine until you showed up!

If they’re not shamelessly plugging themselves, they interrupt to string together a bunch or irreverent and redundant information.

“Yes, yes…high energy…energy techno…spinning the tables for you’re high energy dance energy Friday night party. Out of control. ENERGY!”

This shit doesn’t happen on the classical channel.

“Hey..hey…it’s BACH! Baroque, baroque, baroque. Lot’s of stings. There’s even a French Horn in there somewhere. Twenty-minute bass-solo. Baroque!”

 I’ve been trying to take a new tact and it’s proven a spectacular failure. “Hey,” I can remember thinking, “I’m a 90s child, why don’t I listen to the 1990s Hits Station?”

Because the 1990s sucked. That’s why. We generated enough R & B Trash to make Cameo look like high art. 112, Will Smith, Toni Braxton, Keith Sweat, Monica, Aaliyah. “Tony! Toni! Tone”, “SWV”, Usher and Jodeci. Ugh. What the fuck were we thinking?

I’ll admit to being somewhat pleased to hear En Vogue, Mariah Carey, TLC, Salt-n-Pepa, Lauren Hill, and Erakya Badu once again, but what the hell were we ever doing listening to Boyz II Men?!?!? For fuck’s sake, EVERY last song had to have an interlude. Look it up if you don’t believe me. EVERY LAST FUCKING SONG!

“Baby…..I just wanted you to know…that it seems like we’re making too much war and not enough love….yeah.”

Not that I necessarily mean to rail on hip hop. NO NIRVANA SONGS SHOULD EVER BE PLAYED AGAIN. EVER. The same applies to anything off of Pearl Jam’s “Ten”, The Red Hot Chili Pepper’s “Blood Sugar Sex Magik”, Green Day’s “Dookie”, Rage against the Machine’s “Evil Empire”, Soundgarden’s “Superunknown”, or Bush’s “Sixteen Stones”. Talented enough artists, but enough of the “breakthrough songs”. Can’t listen to them anymore.

…and don’t get me started on anything from Third Eye Blind or the Foo Fighters.

Let it go, people. These tunes had their day. NO TIME TO LOOK BACK. Take the advice of the Talking Heads. What time is it? NO TIME TO LOOK BACK.

No sense in wasting time attempting to polish a turd. The 1990s SUCKED.  

--If any Syndicate Members are interested in getting a glimpse of what their Schwag Packs might look like, I find myself oddly intrigued by some of the Women’s Euro 2013 artwork:








Sharp looking stuff. Anyone looking to spruce up the living room?

No more rambling for now. Time to hit up the lines.

My Updated Stats—
Spread: 4-12
Straight up: 4-6-6

Hehehe. These stats SUCK. That doesn’t mean I didn’t just take all of you for my THIRD most profitable round of all time. The stats may suck, but all of you remain my suckers….my beloved and prized suckers ;);)

Something worth another note:

ATTENTION MEMBERS:

“EARLY DELIVERY LINES”

You know full well what happens when lines are set 3-4 days in advance. Things change. Injuries occur. Players fail fitness tests. Too much money comes in on one side and your friendly bookie has to move the line.

As the Dude himself would put it, “New shit comes to light”. I do believe everyone knows that bets are taken on a “first come, first serve basis”. We emphasize that at the onset of every syndicate. If I may make an educated guess, almost every syndicate member has had to deal with a roving line at one point or another.

Consider yourself warned. These lines are essentially guaranteed to move. If you want action you’ll have to show some early traction.

Sunday

Sweden vs. Iceland

 vs. 

Time to go home, dottirs. We’ve very much enjoyed your company, but the Swedes are firing on all cylinders. I expect a robust effort, but there’s little that can hope to stand in the way of a confident Schelin and a braver Asllani. It merits mention that Katrin Jonsdottir’s defensive prowess is a spectacle to behold.

It’s also worth noting that Brynjarsdottir and Sara Björk Gunnarsdottir do some spectacular work in midfield. Guobjörg Gunnarsdottir serves as a fine keeper. Margaret Lara Vioarsdottir shows a brave nose for goal. Rakel Hönnusdottir knows how to cross, as does Holmsfriour Magnusdottir.

Told you, I’d catch up with you “Ice Princesses”. Give a man a just a little but of time and he’ll find out all sorts of things.  For instance, I now know that Sara Björk Gunnarsdottir is kind of hot. Fanndis Friorkisdottir isn’t half bad either. Holmsfrior Magnusdottir has the goods and  Harpa Porsteinsdottir knows how to shake the goods.

See? I’m learning! I’m still not picking you. The Swedish Steamroller will iron you out like a flatkaka. Nice to meet you. If you’re ever interested in creating a “Viceydottir”, you let me know. ;):)

Schelin, Fischer, Öqvist, and Schelin again.

Projected Lineups:

 “The Ice Daughters” (4-2-2-2) 

                    M. Vioarsdottir R. Hönnudottir
      Holmsfriour Magnussdottir  Fanndis Friorkisdottir                          
         Dagny Brynjarsdottir       Sara Björk Gunnarsdotir                             
  H. Gisladottir  K. Jonsdottir G. Viggosdottir D. Lottusdotir
                         Guobjörg Gunnuarsdottir

 “The Swedish Steamroller” (4-4-2) 

               Lotta Schelin   Kosovare Asllani   
                Caroline Seger Josephine Öqvist     
        M. Hammarström           Lisa Dahlkvist      
S. Thunebro  N. Fischer C. Rohlin J. Samuelsson
                        Kirstin Hammaström             

Prop Bets (as always, feel free to offer your own):

Over/Under ---4 Goals
120 Minutes—3 to 1
Penalty Shootout—4 to 1 

THE LINE: Sweden +2 Goals

Italy vs. Deutschland

 vs. 

(Motherland vs. Fatherland)

I haven’t been able to reap a sizeable profit from you proud Wops in over three years! No matter how much trash I talk, you always come through like Berlusconi on blow. This time things will turn out differently. I’ll have my revenge, albeit on a significantly smaller scale. I know I can rely on a few of you to put your soul (and cash) on the table, but the vast majority of you will go right on living your menial lives, oblivious to the fact that German girls will stealthily steal back a small smidgen of pride.

Auf Geht’s Mädels!

Cabrini was clearly playing the long game when he shockingly opted to bench Panico, Camporese, Gabbiadini, Stracchi, Tuttino, and Bartoli for the Sweden match. He’ll regret not having given Manieri the day off too. She can’t have too many more looping crosses left in her legs after 270 minutes. Ianella is likely tiring out as well. The re-constituted triplicate striker formation will undoubtedly give us Krauts cause for concern. Panico and Gabbiadini were ultimately allowed to keep themselves plugged in as late substitutions.

Their legs looked fresh and their ideas appeared solid. There will be plenty of nervy moments in this one. It remains questionable, however, that Stracchi and Parisi will be able to muscle the midfield away from Maroszan and Keßler. Even in defeat they demonstrated the presence of mind to grab nearly three-quarters of the loose balls. Should they have difficulty performing, Gößling and Laudehr remain available.

Time to take a deep breath and conjure up some faith in Lena Lotzen and Melanie Leupholz. They should prove capable of regulating flow on the flanks. The same applies to Leone Maier. In spite of her overly cautious hesitation to run forward, Maier should bounce back well enough to keep matters intriguing on the left. What a terrible job by Lousia Wensing filling in for the suspended Jennifer Cramer on the right. No bother. Cramer will be back….and I can’t believe I’m excited to write that sentence.

The game-plan remains fairly straightforward. Get some early through balls ahead for da Mbabi. If she can’t finish, Mittag, Bajramaj, and Behringer need to be inserted immediately after the restart. We’ll find ourselves in deep shit if we can’t secure an early lead. Parisi’s distributive potential will grow more lethal by the minute. Get it going early, Mädels. Let’s wrap this one up before Stracchi and Gabbiadini have a chance to link up laterally.

Projected Lineups:

 “La Azzuri Bene” (4-3-3) 

 Sandy Ianella             Patrizia Panico        Melania Gabbiadini
                   Alice Parisi                     Alessia  Tuttino                          
                                    Daniela Stracchi
Raffaella Manieri      R. D’Adda  C. Salvai              Elisa Bartoli
                                   Chiara Marchitelli

 “Feuchgebiete” (4-2-3-1) 

                                Celia Okoyino da Mbabi
Melanie Leupholz       Dzensifer Maroszan      Lena Lotzen    
                           Lena Gößling  Nadine Keßler
Leone Maier  Saskia Bartusiak  Annike Krahn Jennifer Cramer
                                      Nadine Angerer

Prop Bets (as always, feel free to offer your own):

Over/Under ---3 Goals
120 Minutes—Straight up
Penalty Shootout—2 to 1 

THE LINE: Deutschland +1 Goal

Monday

Norway vs. Spain

 vs. 

The top-notch form of Elixabet Ibarra, Veronica Boquete, and Adrianna Martin should definitely concern the Grasshoppers. Boquete and Adrianna in particular might have grabbed braces against the Ruskies were it not for the woodwork. One has to love how Adriana threads in all those useful balls to Calderon, Putellas, and Meseguer.

It ain’t exactly “El-tiki-taka” but the female Furia Roja feature potentially dangerous short-passing prowess. Sonia Bermudez, Marta Torrejon, and Irene Parades have teed up their forwards quite effectively. Jennifer Hermoso directs midfield traffic splendidly in addition to constituting a long-range threat.  

Do we have ourselves some “Cinderella Candidates”? Potentially, though it’s hard to visualize Quereda’s side being able to continually deny the Norwegians on set-pieces. The T-shirt clad Even Pellerud may have no clue how to dress, but he clearly knows how to run a team.

His curious decision to employ six changes against the mighty Germans (Haavi, Dekkerhus, Thornses, Ims, Berge, and Lund) at first appeared deranged. Only when the Norse Beauties were awarded some spot kicks did the strategy emerge: Forget attempting to penetrate the Krauts up the gut. Pellerud brought in his snipers!

Emile Haavi (who we all know I was very happy to see ;) launched a missile that Angerer could only miraculously punch clear. Other comets came courtesy of Dekkerhus and Berge. Pellerud has many weapons at his disposal. The Grasshoppers more closely resemble three teams than one. Should Pellerund require a width-based attack, he can start Hegland and Caroline Grahm Hansen.

If circumstances call for something more spear-tipped, he can place Isaksen and Gulbrandsen directly in back of Hegerberg. Finally, if the only way through is to lob long, hopeful balls on frame and hope for the best Haavi and Dekkerhus may be utilized on the right flank and left central midfield respectively.

Before heaping too much praise on this beach-bum-clad coach, however, we must bear in mind that he’s free to pick the WRONG team, just as he against Iceland and the Netherlands. An accurate lineup prognostication proves exceedingly difficult at this juncture. That’s why we have a pick.

I reiterate: Only early traction will get you some action.

Projected Lineups:

 “The Norse Grasshoppers” (4-3-3) 

           Kristine Hegland   Ada Hegerberg   Emile Haavi
                   Ingvild Stensland        Solveig Gulbrandsen                          
                                        Ingvild Isaksen
T. H. Akerhaugen  T.B. Rønning M.F. Christensen  M. Mjelde
                                        Ingrid Hjelmseth

 “La Roja Bella” (4-4-1-1) 

                            Veronica Boquette
                             Jennifer Hermoso    
    A. Putellas S. Meseguer S. Villanova  N. Calderon   
Elixabet Ibarra   Irene Parades Ruth Garcia Marta Torrejon
                               Ainhoa Tirapu

Prop Bets (as always, feel free to offer your own):

Over/Under ---3 Goals
120 Minutes—Straight up
Penalty Shootout—Straight up 

THE LINE: Pick em’

France vs. Denmark

 vs. 

Kudos to the “Algerian Angel” Louisa Necib on her 100th International Cap. How huge has she been for the Femme Fatales? She directly set up one goal in the opening match, assisted another in the victory over Spain, and contributed another goal and assist during the England rout. What hip injury? The girl looks as fit as ever to me.

Necib remains the beating heart of a ridiculously talented Bleaus team that supplies lethal attacks from literally every direction. Camile Abily and Marie Laure-Delie can easily tear your central defense to pieces. Elise Bussaglia and Gaethene Thiney can rip your fullbacks to shreds. Should set pieces come into play, virtually no one can hope to compete with Wendy Renard, Laura Georges, or Corine Franco aerially. It would come as a great shock should these slick temptresses fail to glide all the way to the final on cruise control. What, if anything, can Kenneth Heiner-Møller and the Danish Dames do to stop them?

The pesky penisulars have practically no choice but to close ranks at the back and hope for some meaningful opportunities off the counter. This essentially means returning to the tactics they employed in the opening round against Sweden.

From “FEM 2013—Round Two”

It was a serviceable enough goal, but what’s up with this clusterfuck in midfield. Gajhede, Ørntoft, Katrine Pedersen, Sofia Pedersen, Hansen, and Nadim all appear to be occupying a patch of pitch smaller than my squalid Berlin studio apartment. The strategy looks to be: Clog up the defensive third and play as boring as possible. This crew plays football about as exciting as “National Firewood Night” One might as well say that the Danish Dames are engaging in a bit of “logjamming”. Who’s coaching this team? Jackie Treehorn?

First of all, thanks and a shout out to the Synidcate Member who wrote to remind me that “National Firewood Night” actually airs in Norway, not Denmark. I was actually aware of this, but the parallels to the Lebowski reference where simply too salacious to ignore. In any event, I’ll always appreciate corrections : ) Secondly, the allusion to Jackie Treehorn’s “Logjammin’” has to be our 10,000th Lebowski reference of the compiled Sportsbook…..or at least that’s what I’m prepared  to say.

No one’s going back through all of that crap to check, especially not me ; ) Happy 10,000th Reference Everyone.

Logjammin or no, the Danes cannot escape ze fact that zere’s something wrong mit dem Kabel (10,001!!). Hansen and Ørntoft have logged too many minutes. All the Gauloises Gals have to do is break through that defensive arrangement once and the whole game plan goes out the window. We’re talking 35 minutes, give or take. 

Projected Lineups:

 “The Gauloises Gals” (4-2-2-2) 

                    Louisa Necib    Marie Laure-Deli
         Gaëthine Thiney                       Camile Abily                          
           Sadrine Soubreyrand         Elise Bussaglia
  Laure Bolleau Wendy Renard Laura Georges Corine Franco
                                 Celine Deville

 “Olsen’s Ho’s” (4-1-2-3) 

  J. Rasmussen       Pernille Harder       Nadia Nadim
        Sofie Jung Pedersen  Katrine Pedersen    
                     Marian Gajhede Knudsen
Mia Brogaard L.R. Hansen  C. Ørntoft T. Nielsen
                               S.L Pedersen

Prop Bets (as always, feel free to offer your own):

Over/Under ---5 Goals
120 Minutes—2 to 1
Penalty Shootout—3 to 1 

THE LINE: France +3 Goals

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