VIVA LA VUVUZELA!!!!

Well, that's it. No more world cup to talk about with people that don't care what I'm talking about.

Oh Vuvuzela, how I shall miss your sound of a thousand bees operating palm-sanders.

There's something about big foreheads and baldness...

...that facilitates sweet goals! Think about it. Donovan and Bradley get a few for the US, Iniesta puts the whammy on the Dutch in super late extra time and in the last world-cup, Zidan headbutted that dude in the chest! While that last one was not technically a goal, it was still awesome.

As for the final itself, I thought for a moment that it would all end in penalties, which is always dumb. But thankfully we were sparred by a very pale, bald man. We watched the game at home and had an excellent Skype party with My wife's sister and Spanish brother-in-law back in London. Their house was full of Spanish pals, a few Dutch neighbors and of course my Niece and Nephew. It made for a rowdy good time even if our house was nearly empty and quiet for nap time. I wish we could have been there with them when they won but this was the next best thing.

Donde esta la Meta!?

So far, so bad for "El Nino". Spain's super foot/heart-throb Torres has yet to score in this Cup. Lets see how he does in the next match... just a few hours away. As I am now a Spanish fan by default I'm hoping he breaks the streak.

Those familiar with our Spanish friend here will remember his wacky, ultra Euro style, teenage superstar blond hair-do. I think his problem scoring is a direct result of his returning to his natural, un-dyed state and a relatively average cut. Yes it is still sticky-upy but sometimes, thats just not enough!

Bitter rivals now just bitter

USA knocked out... that sucks... I guess it's England now. Alright, come on Lads!... oh, umm... How about our Mexican neighbors?...no?... hmmm... Ireland? No they're never in it... so that leaves the mighty kingdom of Spain in honor of my Niece and Nephew! I am officially a Spanish supporter for the time being.

At least I can watch the games now with out actually tasting my blood pressure.

Whatta' Guy!

Landon Donavon has officially landed a place in American hearts as "isn't that that soccer guy?" To soccer fans however, he is officially gnarly and quickly becoming Captain America.

But he's just a boy!

The lovable and cuddly Kaka of Brazil pleads innocent (...because he was) but gets sent off anyway after his second yellow card during a crappy finish to a scrappy game against Ivory Coast. What do you expect from a game set up by the announcer asking "You wonder if two of the world's top coffee producing countries are ready to give the viewers a shot of espresso!"

Worlds worst Ref?... mos' def!

USA versus Slovenia. "We the People" fight back from being 2 goals down at half-time to even the score with fantastic team play and truly beautiful shots. Then, with 3 minutes left... could it be... YES IT COULD! The winning goal! HOORAY! HOORAH! YIPEE! "Not so fast" says ole' poopy pants. "Due to absolutely nothing I hereby decree your goal to be null and void."

And he gave out seven hundred yellow cards... what the eff.

BEWARE THE GOOCH!

Next up on my little World Cup series is the Gooch. Oguchi Onyewu is my new favorite player on the US team. If you come on our half of the field he will kill you and eat your leg. Hence, monster green.

um... not so awesome

Wow... Poor sausage... England's Robert Green lets one through. A shot that quite probably, my 10 year old nephew could have stopped... Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.

I love England dearly after living there for many years and I love seeing all of my favorites play. I'll route for them like my home team when they're not playing the US but c'mon!... talk about sweet redemption. After all the trash talk I endured from friends about the quality of American footie, I mean... really? It's too much.