Saturday, June 24, 2006

Mexico Out 

Well. There goes the neighborhood. So much for North America this go round.

The result would have been more disappointing if Rodriguez's winning strike hadn't been one of the most beautiful shots I've ever seen. It was stunning. It's the kind of shot that even when it goes against the team you're pulling for, you're out of your seat and cheering. Which is exactly what I did. Which is why I'm glad I'd decided to put on laundry and watch the match from my house instead of going down to the bar with everyone else in my heavily Mexican-American neighborhood.

I prolly woulda got my ass beat right then.


I really like the way the Germans are playing. It's great offensive soccer. I woke up too late to see the two goals, but the highlights demonstrate that the goals are pressure driven, as were most of their chances in the 2nd half that I drug my ass downstairs to watch. I think they've got a great chance at winning the whole tamale this year if they can just keep their back line intact and the keeper doesn't get caught picking his nose at a key moment.

Time to suit up and go watch Mexico play down the street with some die-hard fans.

Thursday, June 22, 2006

What to do Now 

So now that the U.S. is out, I have to decide on my backup teams. I always root for Mexico unless they're playing the U.S., so that's one for sure.

And I think I'm adopting Ghana as well. I like how they play, it's their first World Cup, and they won with class today. Plus I'm more inclined to root for North American, African, or Carribean teams than European or South American powerhouses.

So here's my teams to pull for going forward:


Okay, okay. I'm just rooting for underdogs, non-Europeans, and Mexico. Plus England and Germany when they're not playing one of the aforementioned teams. Werd.

Second Half 

Where's Eddie Johnson?

I hate to say this because he's been so good over the years, but I'm really starting to question Bruce Arena's coaching here.

We need more striking power, and we need our strikers to push up hard.


Okay. We're 10 minutes in. Where's Johnson?


Bout fucking time. Go get 'em Eddie. Ben Olsen's getting some good touches, too. Not even sure where he plays his club ball or anything.


I wanna see O'brien in now. Fresh legs. We might as well.


Okay, we'll take a Convey.


Terrible ball from Donovan. That was our last good chance I'm afraid. Just not a good clutch play at all. Just bad service all day long...all tournament long. C'est la vie. I think we can stick a fork in this one. It'll take a miracle.


Oh well. They capitalized on our mistake and then got a boost from the ref. But if we can't put the ball in the net it doesn't matter.

It's good to see Ghana advance. Better this than the two European teams pushing through the group. And I like the Ghanan team. They play with spirit, speed, and sportsmanship (except maybe the timewasting, but the truth is that's part of the game).

I have to say, I'm really disappointed with the U.S. soccer program this go 'round. Something's got to change if we're going to be competitive on the world stage. 2002 wasn't a fluke. We have the talent, we just need the confidence and to play with more spirit.



It's going to take an impressive performance to make this thing happen. It's sad to see guys like Reyna making the big mistakes that put us back. And I think the referees hate us. I'm blaming that on George Bush (tongue firmly in cheek).

We need to sub in Johnson for one of our midfielders. Push the play up to the front - it's all or nothing now. No reason to hold back. Put in a third striker and play a 4-3-3 or a 4-3-2-1 even with McBride way up front.

If we'd gone in tied I think we were in good position to win this one, but that penalty kick has the potential to take all the wind out of our sails. We need fresh striking legs. Guys that will run at the Ghana defense with the ball. We can't be afraid to play offensive soccer...it's time to put the ball in the fucking net...alot...or go home wishing we'd done everything we could to do that.

Liveblogging the Game 

What a stupid mistake for a veteran player.

That was truly pathetic. It's like watching peewee soccer with our guys this year. Fucking stupid, stupid mistakes.

And there wasn't even any contact on that play. I think he went down out of shame. As well he should.


BEAUTIFUL GOAL! Finally a great ball into the box and a solid finish. I hope Reyna's okay...I feel a little bad about knocking him.


FUCK! These refs lick balls. Come on Keller.

Can you tell I'm blogging this one in my PJs?

Bad clear + bad call = Ghana goal.

How disheartening...

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

The Throwtogether Meal 

I don't really cook. It's important that you know that. If you're a good cook, you're not allowed to make fun of me.

So I've been trying my hand at a few things. Mostly because when you cook 3 meals a day, it gets a little boring when it goes cereal, turkey sandwich, pasta, cereal, turkey sandwich, pasta, cereal, turkey sandwich, pasta, etc. etc. etc.

I still eat a lot of pasta, and I didn't suddenly become allergic to frozen pizza either, but I am expanding my repetoire a wee bit, one baby step at a time. I've also still got mad blood sugar issues and kitchen-inspired ADD that sometimes devolves into something resembling waking night terrors. My point is that I'm a shitty cook.

The ADD thing is important. I can't do day-long preparation dishes. I really can't do anything that takes more than 30 minutes or so to make. So clearly this limits my fledgling repetoire, but it's also what the title of this post is all about. I'm trying to teach myself some new throwtogethers, because that's just about all I can make.

This evening, I learned something new. It's easier to throwtogether side dishes that complement a staple main dish than it is to throw together a main dish. Hence, my new invention (seriously, don't laugh):

This is my new invention. It's a savory thin cracker with some roasted artichoke spread. There's a drop of hot sauce hiding under each cucumber slice you see there, and the whole shebang is topped off with half an olive.

I did the whole thing (including coming up with the idea) while I was waiting for my pasta to boil and my veggies to sautee before I threw the marinara on top of them. And the new addition made my meal of pasta with red sauce much more interesting than normal. See how that works?

So I'm not just typing this to brag that I can throw shit on a cracker all by my big bad self. I need more ideas, and seeing how I'm borderline retarded and generally confused about everything, I've got none left.

So do any of you guys have some really quick things you throw together at the house when you just need an easy meal quick? I could use some tips.

By the way, this is how I like to cook.

I know my way around campfires and grills pretty well, but both require too much time to recreate on my back porch every day. Don't get me wrong. I've already BBQed since I got here. Once with other people and a to-remain-unmentioned number of times kept company only by a bottle of Jameson's and a smile.

Not that there's anything wrong with that, but bacon over a fire isn't a practical breakfast before Barbri.

MBE and Procrastination 

Wings is worried about having to do so many MBE problems in a row. First, for you lucky pricks not studying for the bar, MBE stands for Multistate Bar Exam. That's the multiple choice part of the bar and the only part that all states have in common. That means I take the same MBE as everyone else.

Well...just to rub shit in, here's my newest study-story. I did 100...100...MBE questions in a row yesterday. That's basically a simulated morning MBE and I did it in the right amount of time. And I got 76. That's good for a first try (I think). I think it's even passing.

Booyah. Now if I could actually learn the rules well enough to write an essay...

Of course, I'm not going to be doing that today. My schedule was eat, read internet, soccer, read internet, soccer, book travel for Cabo in August, read internet, and now I'm watching baseball. I think I'm going to go buy my granddad a birthday card here in a bit. Then I might actually choose to start working on my loan consolidation rather than have to study for the bar anymore. Now that's procrastination.

Sunday, June 18, 2006


Okay. I just had more fun than a oughta be allowed by law.

I'm not talking about watching the worst ref in the history of World Cup soccer. That was something else. What a fucking useless sack of flesh that mutherfucker was. 3 red cards? 2 of them unwarranted? At least the U.S. showed up to play some ball. Even DeMarcus acted like he was drawing a paycheck for a change. And Keller in the box? Forget about it. My boys are back.

What I am talking about is Keb fucking Darge. I just danced my ass off for about 3 1/2 hours to the best goddamn DJ set of funk, soul, danceable blues and disco mayhem I've ever witnessed. Sweet mother mercy that was fun as a motherfucker (can you tell I've been sippin' on a bourbon or two?).

Next time out I'm rollin' with the digicam and posting some pics. I shot the shit with Keb and learned a lot about the tunes in his bag. Got to meet Cut Chemist, Egon, and Miles of the Rootdown crew as well. These cats bring funk like it was meant to be. Dancefloor friendly, but deep and way out in left field on occasion. And the floor was bumpin' all night long. Even to the straight blues and latin goodness. I'm not sure if people knew what they were hearing, but that's the beauty of it. It would be like pullin' teeth to get that many boots on the floor in Austin.

So the U.S. plays to a 1-1 draw a man down the whole second half and then I get to go shake my ass to some killer funk. Hallefuckinlujah. That's a nice Saturday.

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