Arsene Wenger urges France to replay World Cup match after Thierry Henry handball

 It seems to me that Football (world) has finally caught up with the rest of professional sports (i.e. -American). Maybe FIFA will introduce an instant-replay rule and the refs will still get it wrong 50% of the time. I can understand the anger the fans have about the situation, but hey, life's not fair, and after all, it's only a bunch of men playing a child's game; nothing to get too crazy over, alcohol-fueled drunken hooligans, notwithstanding.

In other news, the semester is wrapping up. I've earned nothing but A's so far, all of which I am proud of, especially the one in my PoliSci class. I have two essays left to write, one a close reading on a poet of my choosing (I'm thinking Robert Frost as a nice bookend to Siegfried Sassoon) and the other, a paper comparing and contrasting the book Dien Bien Phu with the movie Indochine.

More news, another post has been made to my blog, the Hidden Study. http://thehiddenstudy.blogspot.com/

 DZ

thehiddenstudy has done its job: Poured an ounce or two of Glenmarngie, had a nice pipe, listened to "The Pearl Fisher's Duet" and didn't have to crack the book...

"These woods are lovely dark and deep..."

Thanks and to Shandonista as well... a good friend.

 

It's only a game.  Have a replay  and move on.  Its amazing to see two teams act like fifth graders.  I can see American Football as a type of war game because its so aggressive but soccer should be civilized enough to settle this on the field quickly. 
 
The losing team should buy everyone a round of drinks.

Daniel Zev,  We have two thngs in common.  I was usually an A student.  (I got a B in statistics. My mother never let me forget it.  She told EVERYONE!)  I'm also a blogger.  I write two blogs  about charity work.  I'll check out your blog later.  Happy studying!    

Julia Masi~ We have more than just grades and blogging, as it seems our musical tastes are quite similar. 

Daniel  Zev:   Good   work,    your   Political  Science  effort  helps  me  heal  the   anger,  I  hate  how  most  Yanks  do  miserably  regarding  knowledge  of  how  their  own  government  works.
 
Julia  Masi:   I  got  perfect  grades  in  probability  &  statistics,  so  much  so  that  I  was  asked  it  I  cheated  on  the  final  exam.  I  told  the  professor  to  go  to  the  back  of  the  room,  and  open  up  my  notebook.  In  there,  I  had  "thunk  out"   {lol}  how  the professor  would  likely  craft  the  final  exam,  to  touch  on  mean,  median,  mode,  average.....and  do  so  in  a  way  that  wa  simple  to  grade.  However,  you  need  to  know  that  the  rest  of  my  grades  were  NOT  perfect,  anything  but.   I  went  to  every  speaker's  program  on  campus,  and  how all  but  1%  passed  up  Julian  Bond,  Eugene  McCarthy,  Carl  Sagan,  William  Westmoreland  STILL  depresses  me.  Education  isn't  just  classroom  education.  You  are  a  class  act  in  your  posts,  just  so  you  know.....among  others.

Maybe they should just replay the entire game, have a pint and something to eat afterwards?

Robert:  Maybe  they  should  shift  over  to  rugby.   One  man  in  my  office,  who  insists  on  keeping  up   play  notwithstanding  the  fact  that  he's  around  50  years  old,  has  a  bumper  sticker:  "Rugby  players  have  leather  balls."    Rugby  reminds  me  of  a  bar  fight,  minus  guns  &  knives,  and  with  a  referee.

no to do overs. 
 
pretty soon they won't want to keep score so no one's feelings get hurt.  darn bullies.

it'sunny, it's Saturday....... just go out ....kick-the-ball...... and run run run run for no other reason than ...... you can..... and then just fall down laughing ......... into a pile of crunchy leaves  peace out ........ gotta go try to catch up with that dream.   good day to the bunch of ya.

 
Robert,

Excellent post and if it had said: "a little something to eat," it would have been, in my opinion, whatever that's worth - perfect.


Our leathery old pipe smoking neighbor, Mr. Simpson, whose sports idols were Ty Cobb and Ted Williams showed me a story on what looked to be layer cardboards from a three pound box of chocolates.

Written, he said, as though his hands hurt because they had.

It was his view of a local, or maybe regional, sports figure and the controversy surrounding his biggest game.

Later, but over fifty years ago, I recounted it pretty accurately in a junior high writing assignment.

My English teacher, a spinster who had adored one of my older brothers and tolerated me, showed it to some other teachers and stood by in amazement as two of those men called me out on it: Too close to my face and with a thick finger in my chest, one of them called me a liar and: "Full of shit!"

She was shocked and apologetic but resolved the situation by getting the great athlete, an old man, two of his team mates and an official to come in and talk about it to a couple of classes and those teachers.

I could have been a little more right but my accusers could not have been more wrong.

One of those teachers became and remains a good friend and neighbor. The other refused my extended hand from his wheelchair shortly before he died.

Sports, I'm thinking, meant more to him than made good sense.

A pint and something to eat will be offered in the club car when the sun is past the yardarm and it's always past the yardarm somewhere.






 

 

cuukoo!  that was perfect!  Just play the game boys and hush the heck up...

Just dropping in to say Hello to all you Villagers ....... I see all the minds are at ease and  Genius is still painting beautiful pictures in the Cosmos .......
 
PETER LAKE: Having read your Post of yesterday, I must tell you, that I do pay particular attention to that Mitzvah, and it always is, Good To The Last Drop !!!  I have become somewhat of a fanatic about that particular Directive ... Tho' not quite like a local Nudists' Colony ... whose Motto is, "We Leave No Stern Untoned ..."  but, I do my part ... On the Wine, that is .......
 
It seems the amerikan craze has finally hit Futbol, and it is a damned shame ... Soon, and like Baseball and Football ... Futbol(Soccer) will become a Business, and cease being a Game that men play for the Love of The Game, and it just won't be fun anymore ... and another part of the Human Spirit will die an agonizing death from over-regulation and over-legislation .......just like amerika ..............

  
Peter Lake,

Your mention of a leaf pile brought back an old memory: There was a slightly different atmosphere one day surrounding jumping into an enormous leaf mountain, too many watchers, taking turns and such. It didn't seem normal.

One boy upon hurling himself into the thing, realized pretty soon that there was a girl under there and by looking around at there girls who were not, deduced who it must be.

He fought like a dervish to free himself and squealing like a little piglet, rolled into the path of an oncoming bread truck. It stopped and everybody had a good laugh.

I'd do it again if I had to.

 

Hi all. Be gentle. There is a new kid on the block. I've been eaves dropping since the Moral Imperative and the Train post.

As far as Futbal is concerned, sad to see it's Classiness diminished.

Reminds me of the World Series in a way. Way too many bad calls in those games to count. Of course without the advent of television and technology, we probably would miss the fouls ourselves and isn't ignorance bliss any way?

By the way, the winners buy the 1st round of Pints. Keeps them humble, in my opinion.

I'll check in from time to time.

Choa

Stoney 

There is something about, some special quality to . . . . . a pile of faded, crunchy leaves on a bright Indian Summer day that opens the doors of our memory warehouses and summons forth those special moments, both from long and earlier today, of those times that we would so gladly ‘do again if we had to' ...... over and over and over..

I'm in big time trouble whenever I get a whiff of burning leaves ‘cos I'm immediately transformed into the young boy who while walking through his old South-Side neighborhood would be rooted to the spot of every smoldering pile of leaves and then carry that scent on him for the rest of the day. (It seemed like everyone burned their leaves on the same day back then - when it was still a good thing) I wish there was an aftershave lotion that smelled like that.

Perhaps I'll sneak some leaves to put in the fire pit on the flat car of the sepia train where we roast marshmallows tonight.

MnSunShine, Welcome.  Ideas and people are always welcome.  Don't be a stranger.

It's Saturday and I'm at the office making a deal or two. Money never sleeps so why should I? If there was a criminal charge for "murdering money" I'd bring charges against the other side......lol
 
And on a more serious note (as if the above wasn't serious enough), the question above was "where does the letter of the law end and the spirit of the law begin"? I'm not sure there's a clear cut answer. It depends on the point of view of the participants. Perhaps the "letter" applies when you wish to enforce a contract breach. Perhaps the "spirit" applies when you want an equitable resolution as opposed to a money one. Perhaps it all depends on who's on the other side, or who's "ox is being gored".
 
Well enough deep thoughts for today, I'm going outside to look at the autumn leaves, then go to my favorite Starbuck's and overall relish life.

MtnSunShine:
 
Welcome! Don't be a stranger!
 
Would that "pint" be an Imperial pint or the lesser American one?

Found something to share for the day.
 
http://travel.nytimes.com/2009/11/22/travel/22Grimod.html?nl=travel&emc=tda1
 
Welcome, MtnSunShine!!!!!

Michael,
 
Thanks for the link to the article in the Times.  I enjoyed reading it. Exploring the past is a wonderful experience, and doubly so especially when it's still there!

 ExPat,

Darned good question. The "lesser American one," often comes woefully under filled to boot.

mntsunshine,

Loser buys, winner buys, it's all good and welcome to you. 

OH SAY DID YOU SEE...
PETERMAN'SOWNER'SMANUAL73B?
 
 
 
 
It made a safe and soft landing in my mailbox just an hour ago, and oh my! it is beautiful!
 
Polish off your AmX cards, ladies and gents, because you're going to want to use them on any number of lovely out of the ordinaries.
 
gee I love the holidays, the season of giving....and receiving.
 
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Welcome MntSunshine!  I've saved you a seat on the neighborhood train...I look forward to hearing more from you!!!

It  had  to  happen,  the  "soft"  topic.    Not  that  I  mind  thinking  about  theoretical  replays  in  sports  or  rolling  in  leaves,  mind  you.  But  for  two  days  my  brain  was  firing  with  afterburners.  Back  later,  gotta  toll  in  the  leaves.  The  dog  is  doing  it,  and  he  is  blissful.  So  is  the  other  dog,  she  may  ruin  the  crepe  paper  dress  that  Park4  loves.

hi bert.
 
 
i'm sorry you got soccer, and the rest of us got to enjoy a thoroughly wonderful week of lively discussion.....LOLOL!
 
;)

Bert: You are too kind.
Daniel Zev: Check your blog again, you've got a follower.

Park4:   I  hope  my  unfortunate  timing  will  not  be  a  permanent  affliction.   I  did  get  5  minute  snippets  of  voyeurish  peeks  at  this  site,  which  just  made  it  WORSE.....lol
 
Julia  Masi:   All  I  meant  was  don't  be  hard  on  yourself,  you  speak  from  the  heart,  and  also  many  folks  with  a  wall  papered  with  advanced  degrees  either  aren't  WISE  or  don't  give  a  rat's  arse.

Man, They've got some fabulouso thighs...
HOL EE COW ( I sort of borrowed from jalopkin)!!
 
That's all I've got to say.

i concur bebe.