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Das Letdown

{Well, at least it's over with now. No more tormenting ourselves. Well, not for another 4 years anyway...}

Come on Ghana!

Wow. Does anyone know why the hell all the links and info got moved to the bottom of this thing, instead of over there, where they should be, on the right? Weird.

Pitti Huomo Deluxe

There's an in joke in that title actually. But anyway: Via HERE, from HERE (Google Detective Dot Com). I had clicked this photo, among others, from James' recent, and great, Secret Forts post; as it caught my eye looking through. It took a minute for it to sink in, and although I haven't had confirmation yet, I'm not sure I need it: I'd recognize those Clarks, LVC's, and stooping posture anywhere I think...

R.W and S.R.

For Today.

{No pressure, hey? Likely to be the best, or the worst, way to start my day. There's no point crossing fingers either. I suppose once we're knocked out I can relax and enjoy the spectacle from a neutral standpoint (Come on Ghana). And then, once it's all over, I'll be on the look out for THIS. It looks good. I mean Subbuteo? Classic. I spend a good 30 minutes explaining how amazing the game was to the LBF last week. Turns out the genius doesn't translate so well... Little men, on wobbly bases, like a half-sphere, and you sort of; flick them. At on oversize ball. And the arms and heads always break off. And my dad nailed the mat down to massive piece of plywood...}

* Update: Phew!

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