Your Player of the Dayski

I was going to call this post "Oranje Crushed," but I Googled it & found out that there are roughly 1,000 other sites to have used that phrase since yesterday's match, & as important & influential as this particular blog is, I couldn't stoop to that derivative hackiness. What makes this so influential you ask? Well, dear reader, perhaps you didn't notice that the Dutch changed to orange socks. One day Jason & I discuss sock colors, the next day they change their entire kit around. Unfortunately for them, the decision to make the big switch wasn't enough to help them get past the Ruskies. In the future maybe they'll worry less about fashion & more about technique... a lesson they seem to have forgotten since their 1988 triumph when their shirts were ugly as shit, but their skills were unstoppable. I wondered the other day who was going to be able to beat these guys... now we have the answer. The Russian win was due in large part to 1 man, an apparently Arsenal bound FC Zenit St. Petersburg striker. I guess Arsen Wenger made an offer they couldn't refuse... a case of Charmin, some day-old bread & a pair of Levis. This guy is kind of weird lookin', his rosy cheeks & baby fat suggest what could only be Josheresque pubescent puffy nipples inside his Russian jersey. I imagine his puffy nipples will get hard when he finds out he is the Visions of Ypsi Player of the Day for the 3rd day of quarter-finals: Andrei Arshavin. "Shhhhh... Don't tell anyone I'm player of the Day"