Friday Heat!

Before I get going, let me just say that LeBron going to Miami is kinda...anti-climactic. I don't watch more than 8 quarters of NBA basketball in any given year, but the guy should have just stayed in Cleveland, or gone to New York. He had a real chance to pull a Steven Gerrard, and reward Cleveland the way that Gerrard rewarded Liverpool. Now, he kinda looks like a selfish douche to me. New York, I think everyone would have understood--it's NEW YORK! Anyways...

(My God, I mean...that's a wee bit over the top, no?)

It has been too effing hot this week. Like, unfair, scorched earth, 110% humidity, sticky, pick-a-fight-with-your-best-gal-because-it's-too-hot-to-think-rationally...hot. Here at TIACAICTG headquarters, the entire family has abandoned the second floor of the house, as our A/C unit is a diva and doesn't feel like cooling the entire structure. This means that we have broken out the trusty aerobed and turned our home into a studio apartment. Until, last night, the aerobed could take it no longer, and deflated while we slept, the latest casualty of this non-stop heatwave that threatens man, beast, and inflatable mattress. The entire situation could be summed up in this 4 second soundclip: FAREWELL AEROBED!

Through all of this, I have still maintained my residence in my upstairs office during the day, which means that I literally pour my sweat into everything I type. ew. sorry about that. moving on...

WORLD CUP FINAL, Y'ALL! Spain. Netherlands. SUNDAY, SUNDAY, SUNDAY! I know, after my bold (and so nearly correct) prediction on the Netherlands v. Uruguay game, you're all wondering how I see this game unfolding. Well, let me fire up the ole "amateur soccer analysis" machine, which I have built myself for just such an occasion, using vacuum tubes, potentiometers, resistors, and many other parts of a guitar amplifier I can name off the top of my head. Oh yeah, it also has a 12" speaker cone and a 1/4" jack for some reason. I used to store it in my office, but i have had to since relocate it to the basement, as the motherboard is in danger of frying in temps excess of 115 degrees.

Spain will look to, once again, control the midfield, hog possession, and put the ball at David Villa's feet within 25 yards of goal. You figure, especially the way the Dutch are prone to periods of disinterest, shall we say? that Spain will almost certainly get on the board first...let's go with Xabi Alonso finally connecting on a screamer from the D. So, 1-0 Spain at half. The second half, I think the Dutch will be able to put together an attack that will result in Arjen Robben making something out of nothing, and maybe even forcing a mistake from Casillas. 1-1 at around the 65th minute.

Then, I think there will be heroics, and Sneijder will once again be the man involved. Let's say he right foots it past Iker for a 84th minute, World Cup winner! 2-1 to the Dutch! And the Afrikaners will STORM the pitch! Look at those happy orange painted faces!

Or, maybe not. It's hard to think straight right now. If you'll excuse me, i'm going to stick my head in the freezer. Have a great weekend!