Excuses for my infrequent blogging will come at later date.... It's the fucking WORLD CUP FINAL in mere hours, yo. The shear guilt that anyone or just the one person that reads this might for some reason be anticipating a post has driven me back to the keyboard. That and the enormity of this game. Feeling the pressure, I've made my pick. I'm going with the Dutch, and I get Spain, I do. They can pass. They can dribble and pass and pass, then they can make a pass greater than the finest sexual experience you've experienced, will experience or could possibly experience regardless of the number of people in the imagined or real experience (you're gonna here a ton about their passing abilities). What I'm saying, you, dude that reads this blog, is that it's the exact same thing you hear about Arsenal at the beginning of every Premier League Season...and we buy it every time. They make it look so easy. Fluid passing. They've got precision. Beautiful football. And if you're a Chelsea, Liverpool, Spurs, or a United fan you're like, we can't beat this beautiful shit. Then the first your club plays them every year you're thinking for twenty minutes or so that you should just turn the television off, your team doesn't belong on the same pitch. Look how good their young players are, you know, the Nasri's or how fast Theo Walcott is, maybe Van Persie or Denilson (worst one named player name since Kaka, he sounds like a canned or frozen food manufacturer). What I'm saying, ye hot chicks of the Netherlands, it's gonna be scary for a while, but grown men, with will, win big games and I think your teams got the will. And didn't Cesc Fabergas break his leg taking a fucking penalty kick...come on.
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