Europ. champ. Germ. vs. Spain 1-0, as viewed sunburned in Miami with my Argentinian brother-in-law. Merci, jungs. I still blame the German coach.

In media matters, it is verdammt difficult to blame the coach for being a fashion plate (confuser, but it takes time to observe how a coach can be a confuser) when your sister's "hi def" TV stretches everything horizontally. I don't mean to get all feminist at this time, nor all eating disorder-bewusst, but on this television all the men look like hulks and all the women look wide. When I complain about the current fashion plate German coach, no one knows what I mean about "senkrecht in die Hose gehen" because he looks comfortably fat. He's not.

Don't get me started about watching soccer on American TV. (Don't get me started about watching the Tour de France on American TV.) DisGUSTING weakass commentary, with key action interrupted by graphics shooting in and out and covering up the ball. (In re: Tour de France coverage, they continuously cut away from the boring French scenery for personality clips. You will know me by the trail of blood...) We would have changed to a Spanish commentary of today's game if possible. This Übertragung was slightly better than the last time (World Cup), because the children distracted and there was an Australian and, praise be, a lead Scot commentating. You couldn't help but appreciate that Scottish man's voice. The contents were still garbage, though I know it could have been worse.

FWIW: German soccer commentary: "Ballack... Frings... Ballack... Schweinsteiger... TOR!!!!" No "personality," thank you. And if one is disappointed in one's team's performance, you just say so. The same applies for politics and other matters of historical interest.