The Land of the Free and the Home of...Perfection?

America. Just rolls off the tongue with some serious swagger.

I never thought I would say this, but I have grown to have some serious respekt for this game we Americans call soccer. 90 minutes of running up and down a field in dead sprints, no thank you. I'd probably be dry heaving after the first 15. This is more than a soccer game, this is a testament to why the U.S. deserves a lil' respect once in awhile. SOCCER is legit.

It may be tough to tell when an injury is real or not, but some of these guys deserve an Academy Award. This is some entertaining shenanagans.

Ya I'm proud to be an American, but also a little embarrassed that we have escalated nearly every aspect of our secluded perfect mini-universe in an effort to eliminate the word mistake from webster's dictionary. Maybe they needed to make a few cuts after converting the word "friend" from a noun to a verb...you be the judge.

Alright lets cut to the chase here. We may have been robbed two important goals in this years FIFA World Cup, however I feel we need to adopt the attitude that nearly every other country in the World Cup has...sh*t happens, and if you want it that bad, you will win. It is sort of sad that nearly every sport played in the U.S. has instant replay and can reverse nearly every mistaken call. I vote that we let the refs do their job. Hey, they're not perfect, no one is. So take the stick out of your behind and let loose from the demand for perfection. Mistakes are what make things interesting.

I had the luxury of watching the USA straight up dominate Algeria Wednesday morning. I'm not even sure Algeria (a) had the ball on our half for more than a total of 5 minutes, and (b) had even a shot on goal the whole game. During the game there seemed to be a common theme. First, the US team loves to miss a wide open goal from within 10 feet. Second, the US team loves to hit the post, and then continue to miss the open net from within 10.

In the end, we scored in the 90th minute to win the group. If anything, the mistaken offside call only made the victory that much sweeter. Life isn't meant to be lived in reverse. It was a close call made by a single human being. Suck it up, quit complaining, and cheer for the red white and blue, cuz we ain't goin' no where.


If our world was perfect, I would have nothing to write about.

AMERICA.

-StallB


p.s. who made the decision to have the scoreboard count upwards?


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True Life; I'm addicted to skinny arms.

Don't know the two attractive ones, but Mr. Bidinger pulled a varsity move.


-Leonard Skinnyarm



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One man. One destiny. One word.....LEGEND

Lebron and Larry King. Lebron tells it like it is haha.

copy and paste,

http://www.cnn.com/2010/US/06/02/lebron.james.lkl.transcript/index.html

Sorry for just the link, I tried to post the video but CNN has it blocked. Check it out tho, this guys my hero.


-StallB

We're definitely not in Milwaukee anymore...

Less than a mile away from one of Milwaukee's sewage treatment plant lies one of the hottest summertime spots in the Mil, interesting coincidence. Despite the brown waters of Lake Michigan, beautiful babes flock to Bradford beach. I honestly think everyone that goes there somehow tricks themselves into thinking they're at Panama City Beach. Just like PCB, the shoreline is filled with A) sand, B) babes, and unfortunately C) tools. No, I'm not talking about what you'd find in your garage, I'm talking about flat brim hats, large sunglasses, and tattoos that you get when you're 18 that you will inevitably regret.

Now that I've got the hate out of my veins, let's talk about the positives. With (C) out of the equation, this hot spot holds some serious awesomeness. The water may be cold, but Bones and I proved that it can definitely be done. This place gives you an excuse to take off your shirt and even out those tan lines without looking like the fools who try to bask in the sun at neighborhood parks. Not only do the ladies flock to this beach, but you have a pretty good shot to impress 'em out on one of the 50 volleyball courts.

And whoever called us out for playing on a girls net, A) your a tool, B) we didn't know, and C) refer back to point (A). But who's counting.



Ya, I'll probably be steezin' hard at Bradford all summa long...get at me.


-StallB



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