I have just walked out of the ridiculous defeat of Argentina by Germany in penalty kicks. I'm so depressed. (And here's the real kicker: now I have to grade final papers. "What's the likelihood I'm going to be lenient?" he says to himself as he reaches for his reddest of pens...)
Given my current curse, I hearby declare my undying love and affection for Italy, France and England. Live long and prosper... and therefore suffer under my World Cup curse, which has now taken the last six teams that I was rooting for.
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Wow! You faked out the World Cup God!
Next up, Vive la France ;-)
Ack... sorry your curse was lifted. I had been hoping for an all Portuguese match (so that the players can understand each other's swear words).
You should go to vegas and bet the opposite of everything you want. That way, you win either way.
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