What was he thinking? What did Materazzi say to Zidane that was so nasty that could provoke a normally collected ball-player into turning and delivering a nasty head-butt? What could he have said that might elicit the attack? Well, The Independent provides a clue here, and states that Zidane will tell us all later this week. But for now, all we can do is speculate. It was still a great set of games, and now that the Italians have done their thing and rained all those kisses on the big, brassy trophy my DVR can finally take a much-needed rest.
I’m tempted to cancel Comcast right now (having really only gotten it for the competition in the first place) but that means surrendering all those games I’ve got recorded. And I’m truly interested in checking out what’s on the tube these days. There are a few shows right now I’d be foolish not to spec for. I mean why not? The other day I notice that The Sci_Fi Channel is in the midst of a vampire marathon. The Forsaken, Dracula 2000, John Carpenter’s Vampires. Seen it, seen it, seen it, and I have deep scars to prove it. But then Slayer comes on, starring Casper Van Dien, which is sort of a Predator meets Dracula kind of thing. Bad dialogue. Crappy action. Inelegant plot.
Exactly the sort of thing that inspires me.
So I’ll be keeping cable. Perhaps not Comcast. Co-workers are urging me to switch to DirecTV. But I’ll try it out. But the moment I feel it’s getting in the way of life–that is, the moment I cancel on a date because Meerkat Manor is on–it’s going right out the door.
Anyway, here’s one more World Cup picture for now. I’ll post some more in four years. This is Thierry Henry after missing a shot on goal. Kinda sums up France at the moment: