(1) The 10-Year-Old & I are big into the World Cup. Buying him an Official USA Team Jersey was what sold the whole shebang for him. It's the red one, a Landon Donovan, and damned if he does not look spiffy in it.
(2) The utter shambles that is the French national team? I am having almost as much fun with that as I am with the US advancing, you cheating pricks. Cheat your way in, get shuffled off in a rubbish bin.
(3) The 10-Year-Old's team lost in his Little League champeenship game, but on the whole, the season was fun, he got better as a player, he & I spent time together, what the hey, we had kicks. On to soccer, which starts mid-August.
(4) I'm again coaching his soccer team. I've never played the sport, but I think I can coach it successfully, based upon the "I am not a sociopath" school of coaching youth sports philosophy I have developed after careful observation of certain specific sociopaths who I have seen sociopathically coaching youth sports teams. If I do the exact opposite of what they did, I imagine I shall achieve, well, something. No lawsuits would be a milestone...
(5) Do you believe in Mets pitching? I do! Until September, I do. Cause then they'll need to sign a fucking unicorn with a wicked curve, as the wavering reality of a superannuated knuckleballer will about that time catch up to them.
(6) I have never heard a note from Lady Gaga but I find it appalling that she is the first person in history to ever make a rude gesture at a Mets game.
Frankly, I am now firmly a supporter of Ms. Gaga, because she pisses people off, and I like that. I hear she also has a musical act.