France v. Italy (again)

I will not be watching today's France v. Italy match. The fellow I am dating couldn't understand this for the life of him, so I broke it down for him into the three possible scenarios:

1. we beat the shit out of Italy. it's a pyrrhic victory after having been denied so brutally the world cup that we most assuredly deserved, and further adds to the Italian myth that the French can only win on their home soil. fuck that.

2. the Italians cream us. Fuck that, too. Were the world cup final a boxing match, they would have won the first half and the French would have won the second half and both the overtimes. Since the world cup actually works on aggregate score, the French lost but we certainly don't merit to lose twice in a row.

3. it's a boring draw with no spark. This is the one that's most likely to happen. And that won't make me happy either.

So instead I would be stuck studying for my Pediatrics oral exam (ha! I'm back in medical school! and it's kicking my butt!) were it not for the whupping I'm going to watch Raphael Nadal administer to Youzhny. Hip hip hooray.


I'm listening to:
David Bowie- Hunky Dory