Thank you, Fee-Fah, for this bounty we are about to receive from you. Sorry I have basically no annual leave built up yet. Love will find a way.
I'm so happy that the greatest sporting event in human history is about to start up again. I'm actually a little sad that it won't require the extremes of devotion that it required four years ago. Yet, hopefully, this means my sleeping patterns won't get any further degraded.
Today, the host nation Germany gets it started against Costa Rica. These are just some of my favorite Torsten Frings! The two teams have never met in the World Cup, but Costa Rica has beaten Germany the last two times they've played in U-20 Championships. Not that it matters much. Just hope Costa Rica doesn't end up on the wrong end of the sort of achtung baby Germany handed Saudi Arabia last time.
Also, Poland takes on Ecuador to round out a day of Group A goodness. Paul tells me that the Polish coach has made all sorts of crazy-ass roster changes, none of which sound very wise to me. Maybe they are embracing the "Pollock joke" as a bit of nationalist fervor?
By the way, if you think you have what it takes to play international soccer, meet Paul this fall in the Pitcairn Islands, where he and the other fifteen able-bodied male descendants of Bounty mutineers and their Tahitian wives will be putting together the footie team to end all footie teams. For real. At least the Pitcairnites have grass.
Also, Clint Dempsey busts one off, Houston-stizz. Just save the syrup for after the group stage is over, Clint. That's all I'm asking.