Thursday, 29 March 2012

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A Brief Appreciation Watching last night's Barcelona-Inter Milan draw reminded me, that for many people on this planet, the most frightening sight in the world is a 5'4" Argentinian–born the year after the Mets won the '86 World Series–charging right at them: See how his eyes are already looking at your feet? They're not. They're really on their way up to your belly-button, meaning your center-of-gravity's betrayed you and he knows what lies your feet have told. And that move he's making? It's calculated to humiliate you five seconds after you realize its purpose, so there's only one alternative, and given that Italians are famous for the volumptuousness of their gravity, they chose it with gusto: You would think this tactic successful: share the Jovian gravitational force of 2.58 g that yanks Italian players to the pitch every time the wind considers blowing, but it's to no avail! The tiny Argentinian spits in the face of Italian-alien gravitational alliances, pauses to shoot a look of shame at his "competitors," then continues moving toward goal as if he's bounding over Martian fields. Having no resort, the Italians do what they can: Which entails trying to rip his face off. Anyone who wants to complain about the dirtiness of Italian football is welcome to in this thread. Keep it clean, though, my friends, as some players know what best to do when there's nothing to be done: "Keep your distance, lads," you can almost hear one of them say. "And hope an Italian shows up."

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