Losing my Religion

Yes, this is a post about soccer.
 This morning I woke up with hope. Today was the day Sepp Blatter's miniature stature would stand next to the man, the legend, that is Manuel Neuer; he'd be sweating in his little gray suit as Manu brought home the Ballon d'Or, the most prestigious award in football, next to the World Cup of course. But alas, as Thierry opened the seal to that God forsaken envelope and announced Cristiano Ronaldo, I lost my faith.
A fellow homie and I had a discussion via Facebook. Comments were made. Memes were posted. Manu's integrity and talents were being questioned by the said Messi-lovin' freak; I had to protect those dear to me. Homeboy had an amazing year: he helped die Mannschaft win the World Cup, redefined as a sweeper keeper, got the approval of Dirk Nowitzki (hello!!!!), with Bayern he won pretty much every award and I think I forgot to mention that HE WON THE WORLD CUP!

Is it beacause he's relatively new and his rapt sheet isn't as long as Messi or Ronaldo? Or is it some FIFA corruptness yet again? Whatever it may be, he's still number one. Give him another season or two and another World Cup tournament and he. Will. Prevail.
                                      
Cheezus Christ! Look at that! Look.At.It!!!



And this last one was a turn for the pervy homie who digs German Wurst.

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