Being Irish I am heartbroken and angered as to the issue that has occurred in one of the qualifying matches in the World Cup. France tied Ireland on a controversial hand ball. French player Thierry Henry set himself with a hand ball intentionally, which resulted in the tying goal that sent France through to the next round. Ireland got knocked out of the World Cup because of that play and tried to stage a protest. The protest has been denied and Ireland is not in the Wolr Cup. I understand the ref didn’t call the penalty so there really isn’t anything that Ireland can do, but either put more refs out on the field to see stunts like the one Thierry pulled or have a challenge flag like football. The coach can challenge a play once a half and if he gets it wrong he loses one of his three substitutes. That would make it so the coach had to be sure that it happened and would make hand balls like the on France have not change the outcome of the World Cup. This is just my suggestion, if anyone has other ideas on how this situation should be handled or how the rules could be changed do tell….

don’t make out with me if you have emotional feelings for me and another girl.

actually,

don’t make out with anyone if you have feelings for someone else at the same time.

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Bubba. Mechanics. Charlie. Family. Clean car. Amazing. Smart. Foul-mouthed. Brother. Thankful. Same. Siblings.

Soccer in the states can be a rough game…. expecially when up against this chick:

Jeeeez

ich habe mal wieder was sensationelles im netz gefunden:

geschehen in der handball champions leauge. da stürzte doch der manager Gunnar Prokop kurz vor schluss beim konter der gegnerinnen aufs feld und foulte die angreifende dame.

das muss man sich mal auf der zunge zergehen lassen.

wenn man etwas recherchiert wird klar, der gute hat eh so seine probleme. aber ein klitzekleines stück verständnis bekommt sogar dieser vogel. zeigt er doch exemplarisch wieviel druck auf trainern/managern während eines solchen spiels liegt. soweit kann ich das durchaus auch aus meiner kleinen amateursicht nachvollziehen. das gewählte ventil geht allerdings gar nicht!

schade nur, dass es das video nicht mehr gibt…

THE private higher education industry has slammed the federal government for raising the loan fee paid by private sector undergraduates on their FEE-HELP income contingent loans from 20 per cent to 25 per cent…. From The Australian. Full story

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Yesterday I was cycling along the Quay with my Mum, when there was this extremely gross smell. Turns out there’s a ‘tanning’ factory nearby, which was probably the cause of the foul odor. I put ‘tanning’ in comas just in case I’m using it in the wrong way, or it’s the wrong term.

What surprised me the most, is that I’d actually smelled that smell before …It was on a trip to Malawi in the summer, and this was the cause of it:

A dead elephant that has been partially eaten

So yeah, I’ve just been cycling whilst inhaling the equivalent of dead elephant. Nice.

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Tasty
Peeled Foul
secret recipe

I just don’t trust canned food.

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In an attempt to be adventurous at an Alsacian restaurant last night, I ordered something with a large fancy “A” next to its name, meaning it was a house specialty.  What I ordered turned out to be called: Véritable Andouillette Pur Porc Fermier (tirée à la ficelle, sauce Riesling).  Do not order this. Ever.   I repeat, NEVER order this dish.

It was essentially a sausage made of pig intestines.  Although based on the appearance and smell, I was fairly certain of this when it was delivered, Google confirmed it for me:

Andouillette is a coarse-grained smoked tripe sausage made with pork, -(but some versions using calf)-, chitterlings …

Pork organs stuffed in intestines….sausage-like

I made one slice into it when I still thought it was just a bumpy sausage on a string, and my nostrils were assailed with the stench of sewage.  Maire elegantly phrased it that the sausage smelled like someone had shit in their pants.  Derek couldn’t get over the fact that the inside of the “andouillette” which was spilling out of its casing, looked like tapeworms.  I’m not going to lie, I actually thought for a moment (or a few) that I had ordered some sort of brain sausage, based on the curling shape of the “meat.”  Don’t worry though, not one bite made it into this mouth.  It was that foul.

Luckily it was served with a mountain of fries, so I didn’t go hungry, however, now I am traumatized.  I took a few photos to capture the memory, but they are on Barbara’s camera so I’ll have to upload them later.  For now I’ll just let you imagine my tasty meal.

Make better choices than me!

xxo

The NBA released their website NBA Video Rule Book a day or so ago. Now, fans and aspiring officials can watch plays and get the NBA’s definitions of specific foul situations. In a way, I think the NBA just found a way to increase viewership. Imagine all the people who will have visited the site and will want to put their newfound expertise to the test. Smart play NBA. You just increased sofa-officiating tenfold. I guess we’ll see how their definitions hold up as long as the replacements refs are in the league though.

Gee, thanks for clearing that up guys.  I was really confused.  This handy video tells me nothing.

I’ve got some other ambiguous “unwritten rules” you might want to make written while you’re at it.

How about you clear up the whole charge vs. blocking fiasco.  Is he right?  or is he just dead wrong?

Do the rules even exist in the final minute?

Also, exactly which words, phrases or gestures will get you a technical foul?  Does it have to involve a ref?

I won’t even get started on the different between a flagrant foul and a hard foul.

I’d like some clarification on this stuff, since we all know it’s subjective from game to game depending on how big the viewing audience is.

Part of baseball is the margin of error brought on by the human error of the human officials. Friday night’s Twins at Yankees ALDS playoff game was dominated by calls so bad that it was only fair to assume the umpires were on a kamikaze mission to kill the game and their careers in the process.

With unemployment floating around ten percent, those with jobs need to ensure that their value is known. But on Friday night, a group of umpires made a strong case to major league baseball that officiating jobs are so error prone that perhaps umpires are just a waste of payroll and important calls would be better made by the camera than the human eye, which, as it turns out, blinks more frequently than you’d think.

All home plate umpires have a different interpretation of a strike zone. However, most are consistent in their calls. The large strike zone was especially enormous when the New York Yankees were up to bat. Nick Swisher chewed up the inside of his mouth in an effort not to express his true thoughts of the umpire’s mother.

Of course, the obvious mistake in the game ripped off the visiting Minnesota Twins, whose favorite 2009 hobby is blowing games against the bombers. In the 11th inning, Joe Mauer hit a ground-rule double down the left field line. Standing about ten feet away from the action, umpire Phil Cuzzi ruled the ball foul.

There are several possibilities for this happening:

• Cuzzi had such faith that Melky Cabrera would catch the ball that he assumed he not even look at the play closely.
• He blinked for a long time at the wrong time.
• Doing an impression of Tom Brady, a nearby fan emphatically called for the ruling that would help his team. As the officials did for the Patriots against the Ravens last week, the peer pressure worked and the home team benefited significantly.

After the game, umpire crew chief Tim Tschida took the spotlight off of the bouncing strike zone by admitted that Cuzzi blew the left field line call. “There’s a guy [Cuzzi] sitting over in the umpire’s dressing room right now that feels horrible,” Tschida said. “Nobody feels worse than the umpire.” Really? Cause I’m pretty sure the Twins felt worse.

A small and fair consolation would have been to demote Cuzzi to the minor leagues immediately after the game. Why not embrace some reality TV show structure and eliminate the worst at the end of the program?

Although the Twins proved that they did not deserve to win by failing to score with the bases loaded and one out, there is no excuse for an umpire to drastically destroy the integrity of a playoff game with such blatant disregard. It is time to really consider a replay system in baseball.

“I’d hate to see a day with no umpires where balls and strikes are called on the scoreboard,” Twins infielder Nick Punto said. “It’s not for me.” Of course! Why have accurate judgments through impressive technology when umpires can use creative license that ignores the rules of the game?

Change is difficult. It’s so damn different. But maybe if we refer to using technology in baseball as an improvement, not a change, people will be more receptive to the concept. It’s a marketing technique, really.

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Hari ini SMP lawan SMA looh. Basket tentunyaa Sayangnya, SMP kalah nih, 22 – 29. Skornya nggak beda jauh juga, great job buat SMP kan? Secara yang SMA tuh udah pernah mencicipi lezatnya big 8 di DBL. xD

Hari ini mainku hancur. Aku nggak mau ambil bola, nggak mau rebut bola, dkk deh. TT Badanku remuk, bukannya capek tapi sakit semua. Gila bangett boyy, mereka mainnya kasarr~ >< trus, waktu dia foul, ama wasitnya nggak difoul. Wehh, wasitnya gimana ini? Hahaa xD

Pokoknyaa seneng deh hari ini. Lumayanlah skor hari ini. Apalagi, aku nyetak 8 poin lohh. Sudah lumayan nyumbang banyak buat tim ^^

Hari ini juga ada sih yang buat BT, tapi yasudahlah, nggak boleh dipikirin terus – terusan   TOMORROW MUST BE BETTER

We’ve been in Alexandria for a month now. Alexandria is gorgeous, the Egyptian students are incredibly sweet and generous, and we live with the daily thrills of learning how to live in a new culture.  I feel proud of myself every day – even though I forgot to do half of my wajeb, couldn’t understand a simple sentence when my roommate tried to give me some crucial piece of information, and when I tried to buy milk, ended up with a sort of sour cream-yogurt combo rather than a carton of milk. I actually know the word for milk, so that was completely my fault.

Here’s a list of my proud accomplishments after a month in Misr:

1. I crossed the street by myself!

This is no small feat. Hold your breath, pray, or do whatever you need to do to work up the courage. Then, run across the street and swerve between the cars as they speed up or slow down, depending on the driver’s mood. Use your discernment and experience to judge which ones will slow to let you pass and which will speed up in hopes of adding to the massive number of daily fatal accidents in Egypt. (And here). Traffic lanes are meant as suggestions and it’s encouraged to honk as often as possible. If you’re crossing the street – no matter how far ahead of an oncoming car you are – it’s absolutely necessary for the driver to honk at you to make sure you know of their presence on the road. This is even more essential if you’ve just successfully managed to cross, thereby avoiding being mowed down by his microbus. Fortunately, the only busy street on the way to the university is manned by a traffic guard. If you wait long enough, he’ll eventually direct the cars to stop, allowing the perpendicular traffic to go forward and clearing a path to cross. Watch out for the cars turning right, especially the buses. Once they’ve managed to win the right of way, they don’t want to lose precious street time to pedestrians.

A related anecdote: A few weeks ago the program took a trip to Sinai. On the way (a ten hour bus ride) I suddenly looked at the window and was confused. Our bus was traveling down the opposite lane of traffic. Of course, he had a reason : to avoid the vast traffic jam on the right side. We were going the wrong way in the face of oncoming traffic. We got there safely, though.

Our driver also really enjoyed pulling into driveways and streets and then backing up and turning around to exit. On our way to Mount Sinai, we pulled into no less than four driveways, backed up, and went on our way again, for no apparent reason. It was terrifying.

2. I rode the tram by myself!

The tram is “the oldest system running in Africa and one of the oldest in the world.” If you’re lucky, you can ride on the top level of one of the double-decker trams. (I did this too!) The trams are gender-segregated. The first car is for women, the second for men, and if there’s a third, that’s for families and couples. This is actually very nice. It’s a relief not to worry about unwanted attention from men, although I get stares from many of the women as well – besides not wearing the hijab, I’m obviously Western. The tram costs 25 piastres and is very, very slow.

3. I climbed Mount Sinai! (thankfully, with a group)

On our way back from Sinai, we stopped at Mount Sinai at 1 am and started the trek up the mountain. Two and a half hours later, after endless calls of “Camel! Camel! You want a camel?” (don’t forget the Arabic accent as you read that) and “Watch out! Camel! Camel!”; after climbing an endless set of steep, crumbling steps in the dark; after exhaustion and fury and sweat and burning thirst had set in; only then did we find ourselves at the top of this frigid mountain. As we waited two hours! for the sun to rise, we claimed seats on ledges around the old monastery and watched as dozens of Russian tourists arrived. An old Arab man tried to push me off the mountain. Finally, the sun rose. After an hour of taking pictures and oo-ing, hundreds of Russian and Asian tourists, along with our tiny group of American students, turned to head back down the path. The narrow, crumbling, steep path of winding steps. Our professor pointed out the place where Moses talked to the burning bush. Then we got on the bus and passed out for the ten-hour bus ride back to Alex.

4. I saw Saudi Arabia. In Sinai, we stayed at Dahab. It’s a small, touristy town on the Red Sea. Saudi Arabia is mere kilometers away. We saw it across the water as we ate dinner every night. It was a scary, sobering sight. (look here too).

5. I ordered a lunch other than falafel! I discovered “fool” sandwiches (I purposely didn’t write foul here). “Fooul” yaaani (=) beans. They’re delicious.

6. Less excitingly: I also: did laundry, went grocery shopping, went snorkeling, got stung by a jellyfish in the sea (but not eaten by a shark!), mailed letters, found the post office (with help), studied on the roof of the dorms, and discovered a dormant love for Nutella.

I went to watch my nephew (seven years old) play football recently. It’s good to watch kids playing football. They have boundless enthusiasm, a scant regard for formation or tactics but every single one of them runs until he drops. It’s not about winning, which is always good, it’s about being able to play their favourite game. On a muddy pitch. In the pouring rain. Just for the enjoyment.

Yesterday, however, I sat down on my comfy sofa to watch the Premier League game between Chelsea and Liverpool. Usual sort of thing really, no unexpected changes to either side and the potential for a fantastic game of football especially after both teams had not performed to their best in recent games.
The game started at typical Premiership pace and tackles were made with gusto. Tackles being made by men on men. Possession of the ball is contested in quite a physical manner and, ultimately, one or other of the contestants is successful in wining the ball. Sometimes, during the robust contest one or both may over balance or take a tumble. They are men. They get up off the grass, adjust their socks or shirt and get back into the game. This is critical as football relies on team shape and the tactics of attacking and defending are based on this shape.

But, in all this romancing about the great game as played by young boys in the mud or professional players on a ‘carpet’ I forgot about Didier Drogba. How foolish of me. He is a hard player to forget to be honest. He stands six feet and two inches tall. He has the build of a top athlete and muscles to make women (and some men) go weak. He also tips the scales at a hefty 14 stones and five pounds (approximately). He is, by no means, a slim, weak, submissive or easily dominated character. He looks like the perfect warrior and a man (that’s MAN!) you would always prefer to have on your side rather than against you.

Or, would you?

The young boys I watched playing with my nephew (seven years old) would prefer not to have him on their team. I, too, would prefer not to have him on my team.

Why?

Well, the opinion we both share (the boys and I) is that, despite his formidable outward appearance, Didier Drogba plays the game of football in a shameful, weak and, most often, laughable manner. He spends more time on the grass clutching random parts of his anatomy than he does contributing to his team. He regularly appears to have been targeted by military style weaponry, such is the manner of his dramatic meeting with the turf and subsequent writhing around in agony (note: Agony that is usually rectified by a single blast of cold spray). Even under the least robust challenge to be seen anywhere on a football pitch Didier Drogba ends up on the floor. His face is usually contorted due to the excruciating pain he has enduring. His body spasms due to the nerves in his body being overwhelmed by the electrical signals firing through them to alert his brain to the distress in his outer limbs. Many times it has appeared that only an ambulance and surgery will restore him to the vertical and that, most probably, prosthetic limbs will result.

Oh, hang on a minute. He’s getting up. Oh, thank the Lord. He is OK. Phew. And look! Look there, his leg (or arm or back or groin or face) isn’t broken. That is lucky. Especially after such a hard tackle.

This is what happens week in and week out when Didier Drogba pulls on a Chelsea shirt. It’s laughable and it is embarrassing. How the pure English grit and bravery of John Terry can stand to witness this is something I struggle to understand. How he (JT) doesn’t ‘have a word’ with Drogba is amazing.

It’s a game played by men. Grown men. It is a game that has physical contact where you seek to out muscle your opponent for the ball. It is a game where you have to stand fast, stand strong, make the most of your physical attributes and use them as an asset for your team. Exploit the strong. Dominate the weak. But, not for Didier Drogba it isn’t. It is a game to fall and tumble like a primary school gymnast. It is a game to roll on the grass more than you run on it. It is a game where deceiving the referee is the main aim. It is a game where, win at any cost means compromising your status as a man. It is a game he makes a mockery of week in and week out. Blessed with so much talent and such a stunning physique the only mark he really makes on the game is that left on the grass.

Towards the end of the game played by my nephew one of his team mates slumped to the ground in the opposing penalty area where he stayed pulling bits of grass from his socks and slowly retrieving his shin pads. As he did, not once, but twice a team mate shouted “get up you big girl!”. The team had to defend and the team had lost all its shape. Wise words from young mouths.

So, Didier Drogba, get up you big girl! The under-sevens said so.

Come on girl! You to classy for that. PUT A BRA ON LMAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
or chose a non see through shirt. Lol the pix without the stars shows eveything… Go to thisis50.com for that lol

Ein brutales Foul schockt die Fußball-Welt! In einem Spiel der südafrikanischen Meisterschaft kommt es zu einem der wohl schlimmsten Fouls in der Geschichte. Ein Kicker geht mit gestrecktem Bein in den Zweikampf und bricht seinem Gegenspieler dabei das Schien- und Wadenbein. Das rechte Bein des Spielers wird dabei glatt weggebrochen.

Sieh’ hier die brutale Szene: