Allez les Bleus!

UPDATE: This page isn't only about the baldies anymore.

I am one pathetic person. I don't even attend my sister's soccer games, and I complained throughout the entire World Cup until the last five days, when she was watching it. I wondered how she could play a game and still watch it on television. I mean, there ain't no way I'd be able to watch as much baseball as I did if I actually played the game. However, since they're such a big winner, I will hate the Brazilian team forever, just as I hate the Bulls, the Cowboys, the Yankees, the Braves, the Red Wings (okay, I'm just sick of them), Duke, Carolina, UCLA, Kentucky and Kansas. Ooh, I forgot I hate Tennessee even more.

I digress. Anyway, I asked my sister before the Croatia-France semi who had the better chance to beat Brazil, cuz that's who I'd be rooting for in that game. Therefore, I jumped on "le bandwagon français" (not to mention the entire freaking country jumped on the bandwagon too) so that maybe Brazil could go down (even though my boy Dunga and Cafu have the coolest names in the world). Ya know what? I actually watched the game. Amazing.

Not only did I watch that, I actually watched the pregame for the final, made a comment during the game about wanting to have Barthez' children because of all his amazing saves, which was majorly misinterpreted, then compounded by my saying I found him singularly ugly, which I don't. I just don't find him studly, no shoe pun intended. Hey, Rick Reilly thinks that most American males would gladly undergo a sex-change operation so that they could have Michael Jordan's children; that's how I like Barthez. I don't know whether he speaks English or not, maybe I should learn French better if I'm going to have his children ;-) My French is legendarily horrific. I can understand it, but I can't produce it. My getting a B in class was a source of celebration.

And Zidane, what more can be said? He actually scored with his head, and if he hadn't scored, maybe Brazil would have won. Again, the language barrier between us is unfortunate. I saw him on the set of a commercial whose making was shown on an English TV show aired on Fox SportsNet called "Football Feva" and they had to translate what he said from French. Oh, and he now has an official website. That's what I call capitalizing on one's fame. I truly hope he has taken over the King of the World mantle from Leo DiCrapio. I'd much rather have that title go to someone not adored by teenyboppers. Then again, the French love Jerry Lewis. They're no better.

Oh yeah, my sister was right, Pires and Trezeguet are adorable. And I seem to be developing a thing for Laurent Blanc. Joyeux Anniversaire, Lolo!

Of course, though, if I wanted to root for players because they look good (as WrightGirl is wont to do,) I'd have already killed Posh Spice and hooked up with David Beckham. The page needs a picture of him even though he is neither French nor balding. This page needs a picture of him so I don't have to go to other peoples' websites to look at pictures of him.

I think I stole that last picture from someone named Ellen Wu. Sorry, Ellen.

Anyway, here are my three separate shrines:

M. Zidane.

M. Barthez.

the new cutie, M. Blanc.

WrightGirl's main page.