Going Dark 'Til Monday, I Says.
I've invested two weeks in the World Cup. I've watched just about every minute of every match. So what time does my long-booked flight take off tomorrow morning? That's right, 9:55 am, the same time as the USA/Ghana start. Awesome.
The good news is I'm headed to Myrtle Beach for a close friend's bachelor party. Beach, golf and strumpets. In my absence, I encourage you to catch up on old posts you've been skipping or visit the supremely clever folks that write these things >>>>>.
Either way, I don't give a damn, what you think you are entitled to.