It is very hard to write tonight. For two days, or more specifically, since the Guatamala game, I just haven't had the juice. Ugh. At least I am not deep in the throes of suicidal grief... the US didn't lose. But this existential nausea I cannot bear; this angst, this malaise, this meaninglessness, this utter pointless futility...
a zero-zero tie in Guatamala City.
Well, ok. So we (and by we I mean the USA) got a point out of it, the one point you get for a draw. But zero-zero? All you can do is shake your head and mourn over what shoulda been. WTF, Eddie Johnson, it seems like it would be harder to miss than score when you are 5 yards from the goal with a perfect cross to your head. And after Mexico schlacked Panama 5 - 0 and got their three points, they are back in first, albeit tied with the MLS's allstars (who did the honors last Wed night).
Oh well, as Bobby Kennedy should have said, "It's on to Costa Rica, and lets win there."
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