Saturday, July 12, 2014

WM 2014--Day Twenty-Four Recap


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Day 24: Recap


Record—
Spread: 21-42
Straight up: 31-23-9

Hot Girl Standings

Country
Tally
Games Played
Brazil
206
7 (finished)
Argentina
183
6
Netherlands
173
7 (finished)
Columbia
136
5 (finished)
Germany
125
6
Costa Rica
117
5 (finished)
France
108
5 (finished)
Mexico
92
4 (finished)
USA
87
4 (finished)
Belgium
86
5 (finished)
Chile
74
4 (finished)
Nigeria
71
4 (finished)
Greece
67
4 (finished)
Japan
66
3 (finished)
South Korea
65
3 (finished)
Australia
63
3 (finished)
Bosnia & H
59
3 (finished)
Spain
58
3 (finished)
Switzerland
53
4 (finished)
Ecuador
53
3 (finished)
Ghana
52
3 (finished)
Cote d’Ivoire
49
3 (finished)
Russia
41
3 (finished)
Italy
39
3 (finished)
Honduras
37
3 (finished)
Uruguay
36
4 (finished)
Algeria
36
4 (finished)
Croatia
33
3 (finished)
Cameroon
32
3 (finished)
Portugal
31
3 (finished)
England
29
3 (finished)
Iran
26
3 (finished)

The Germans have little chance of capturing the “Hot Girls Title”. Argentina still has a chance for those looking for suspense.

Looks like Scolari was a perfectly shitty coach after all. He may have won the 2002 World Cup, but that was against a really shitty German team that had to do without the suspended Ballack. Since then he’s failed as the Portuguese head coach and the Chelsea head coach. He’s even failed in Uzbekistan. That takes some talent.

The penultimate chapter of our time together commences. I can think of no better way to begin wrapping things up than with some of your finest riffs:

“Riffs of the Day”—Day Twenty-Four

 

Reader: What happened to the guy who loved Ice Hockey?

Vicey: Well…sometime after Eric Lindros’s 3,415th concussion and Bobby Clarke’s insistence that he shouldn’t be woozily whining about the Training Staff failing to diagnosis it….he had to give up on his Philadelphia Flyers. It’s a brutal sport, rendered even more savage by a meaningless 82-Game regular season during which bigger, stronger, and faster players beat the everlasting shit out of each other for a meaningless seed in the ridiculously generous playoffs.

 
It’s common knowledge that this bookie’s first Sportsbook was an NFL one. My interest in American Football slowly waned for the same reasons. It took a little longer, but I came to the same conclusion. Punch-drunk former players like Wayne Chrebet of the NY Jets break your heart. Bigger, stronger, and faster players hit harder. It all ends in chronic encephalopathy. For what?

All of this isn’t to say that footballers don’t have their own problems. George Best was a drunk that made Mickey Mantle look like Shirley Temple. I just can’t watch the spectacle anymore. Sorry, American friends. It’s bad enough that there are too many commercials, too many ditzy sideline reporters, too many myopic commentators, and Joe Buck to boot. The game sucks. An average of Seventeen minutes of action in game that has sixty minutes on the clock? Fuck it. I’ll stick with “the beautiful game” for now, even if I have to be a constant apologist.

By the way, Syndicate Member 9-M just provided the inspiration for our final post. Well done.

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I also still love Baseball. Interest in that never waned ; )

Reader: Is the biter really going to Barcelona?

Vicey: He is and that’s some nice alliteration, 23-M.

Reader: [on Germany vs. Argentina] Grab them by the balls boys and kick ass!

Vicey: Hahahaha. That’s a female Syndicate Member 14-F.  Beware of the “Dragon Ladies”, friends. They spit hot fire!

Reader: Booooooooooooooo!!

Vicey: The perfect disaster for Brazil. The goddamned plane has crashed into the mountain!

Reader: Now that Javier Mascherano has a torn anus, will Argentina be able to keep it tight at the back?

Vicey: Bwahahahahahahah!

I love the Syndicate. Thank you, 89-M!

DAY TWENTY-FIVE—PREVIEW

Only the final reckoning awaits. Give me about ten minutes, Syndicate Members. Our journey is nearly over. Just have to dot the “ü”s : ) : )