[was actually a plantain all along]

You raw-doggin sons of bitches, you!

I, for one, can’t wait for the 3-center counter lineups this year.

Throws his mouth piece into kinja score table...

And now we most likely get to play a team whose best player, Lionel Messi, is in direct competition for best player in the world with a man whose team couldn’t beat Iceland. By application of the triple transitive properties of logic, the U.S. most assuredly makes the Finals.