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1) I have.

If I make oatmeal right I dive across the kitchen on my belly.

Or she screamed and kicked and twirled like every other soccer player who scores a goal, including in late-season lower-tier european league matches that are comprehensive beat-downs and have no bearing on relegation or promotion or euro or champions league or anything else yet still warrant an extreme celebration,

I genuinely think people aren’t understanding that in the group stage, when you can’t predict what your opponents goal differential will be, you are well-advised to score as many god-damned goals as humanly possible? The separate argument about the celebration has more arguable merit, but still: it’s the world cup!

This is assuming the conclusion. I don’t think it wasn’t classy; I think it was appropriate.

I didn’t say hers, I said scoring a goal in the world cup is the greatest *singular* achievement (short of the *collective* achievement of winning a game, or winning the cup). I doubt it gets old!

Also there are no pile-on goals in a group stage. 

Scoring *a goal* in the world cup is, short of winning the whole thing (which is a collective achievement), the greatest singular achievement, and should be celebrated. I don’t care how many world cups you’ve been to, I can’t imagine it gets that old.

No one said you were dirty.

Scoring *any* goal in the world cup on *worldwide* television is the greatest singular achievement you’re going to get in soccer, short of winning the whole thing. But why pretend you could score on your nephew?

I suspect if either you or I achieved the greatest singular achievement in the greatest sporting event available to us in our sport, before a world-wide audience, we would feel justified in celebrating. Rightly. But self-righteousness is also really satisfying!

With a nice side helping of every rando commentator not trying to understand some of the basics of the biggest soccer tournament in the world, like “goal differential.” Becuzz we’re Ameruhcannn!!!! and soccer is communism.

It’s cool when Megan Rapinoe does it, and cool when your daughter does it. 

The problem is, Zitron (the article’s writer) is literally one of those bandwagon tech bros. I don’t mind complaints about the warriors and what’s happening to the bay-- I do *not* want to hear it from the fuckheads doing the ruining.

Dude literally does tech PR, and he’s complaining about silicon valley ruining the warriors.

You got here five years ago and you work in tech you arriviste bitch. Let those of us who’ve suffered through decades of the warriors sucking, while living in the region you’re now destroying, at least enjoy the victories without having to hear you whine about your reflection in the mirror.

We bought these victories with decades of suffering.

Someone like Struff, for instance, who made it to the 4th round of the French this year and is now ranked inside the top 40, was ranked outside the top 200 and losing challengers when he was 23. He’s made about $4 million in career prize money. So while the relative cost-benefit of college tennis is debatable, it

Also a lot of people have said it, and it’s true: without Rafa, Federer is probably the best clay court player of his era. But... Rafa.

Agassi was like 34 though. Phillipoussis, gotta say... never considered great by anyone. Nor Nalbandian. Roddick? An overachiever, for sure. Ferrero? Lucky that he played when he did. I don’t think you can say “Fed broke the standard that had happened for so long”— rather, he set a new standard in a lull between the