LULZ, CASILLAS. SPAIN LOSE, NOW WHAT?

[WHAT ARE YOU DOINGGGGGG??!!!!! Is it bad that I'm laughing?

Yeah, it's bad that I'm laughing.]

Not feet first, Iker! Oh, calamity! You're never, NEVER, supposed to slide in feet first. Admittedly, Gelson's goal was the most unlikely of complete scrap-heaps. I think Pique actually got kicked in the head at some point during the tangle -- he emerged from the mess a bit bloodied. Complete credit goes to the Swiss for keeping such a well oiled defense, although I did feel the heart drop a bit for a moment when Senderos came off injured. So, now that Spain has dropped three points in their World Cup opener, to Switzerland no less, can we safely say that group H is shot to hell?

Here's an interesting nugget from the match: Iker's girlfriend, Sara Carbonero was there 'reporting' from the sidelines. Let's not get the blame game going too much though, eh?

TIET TMI du Jour: In other much more important news, it appears that my attempts to channel my disdain for the Spanish side (sophisticated reasons boiling down to: stop winning and being good! admittedly, the hate has decreased since Euro -- Torres' haircut has gained him some brownie points) into a psychokinetic energy so strong that it causes them to lose all their matches actually appears to be working. Huzzah!