Category Archives: WMF

This one never gets old. It has aged beautifully over the last four years. Truly, who even remembers that Spain was in the tournament in 2014? But this 2010 moment of Ed Bundy triumph will live forever. ¡Salud!

Hollywood Bowl season again, another year, another summer. Last night, the sultry crooner Mr. Chris Isaak was on the bill, and the ladies were swooning. Have always considered Mr. Lloyd Cole an art-damaged, more cerebral version of Chris Isaak.

Hey, buddie! Pssst! You, over there…c’mere! The Southland Corp. wants to give you something for free today…today only!

Chastened by Brasil’s boneheaded bombing forward in the previous day’s semifinal, Argentina rather dug in and kept proceedings firmly in check en route to the bore draw after 120 mins., and this time there was no genius manoeuvering from the … Continue reading →

Man, that was a larrpuin’. Seven times Die Mannschaft was able to ‘balge de ol’ ahnyun bag’ as Tommy Smyth (pronounced like ‘smite’ with a ‘th’ sound at the end) would put it. Brasil only once. Sad times, broken spine, … Continue reading →

Better days for the Iberian Peninsula, four years ago. Now, ’gratsz to Novak the Djoker Djokovic. Good job.

Damn you, Colombia! Why’d you have to go and do this? WE WEEP FOR YOU, NEYMAR! THE ONLY WAY COLOMBIA COULD STOP YOUR ELECTRICITY AND EXCITING STYLE OF PLAY WAS TO…CRUSH…YOUR…SPINE! NEYMAR JR. 10 #1 ALWAYSZZZ!

Love the subtle dynamic shifts in this version, with the fortissimo withheld until the last section. A clean and stylistically faultless rendition. Happy Birthday, America!

FIFA withdrawal. Jonesing for some fútbol. Trembling. Feet shaking uncontrollably. Help.