Final World Cup Post

Start Ribery does not = win game. Every streak has to end.

Zidane won the Golden Ball award. Let me say this as a treu bleu Zizou fan, Cannavaro got had. Fabio should've won that award. He played every minute of every game and provided leadership and solid play throughout. He deserved to win, maybe his low profile worked against him, but he was the player of the tournament. In my unbiased opinion.

As for the Zidane thing. I still don't get it. If (or when) he chooses to explain his behaviour, anything short of a genuine bona fide French existential moment of crisis of Sartrian proportions will not satisfy me. That is, on the intellectual side; on the emotional side, I've already forgiven him.

So soccer is over. Apres la Mondiale, le deluge?

Happily I have Asian movies to fill the void for the next two weeks. It's that time again for me. Summer = Asian movie overload. Saturday I saw a lite Korean comedy and last night was a neat and colorful funky Thai number. (Although I confess I couldn't get my mind off Zidane.) Today I've got on my agenda a Chinese period piece comedy and a Korean murder mystery.

And I have the week off from work.
And the weather is beautiful.
La vie est belle.