Viva Italia, Motherfuckers
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Man, when Buffon made that save in the 104th minute, I jumped so high that I almost spilled my bowl of gnocchi all over Mama's plastic-covered couch. Now it's off to dance the tarantella 'til 2 and then gelatos on me!
Actually, I fib; I watched the final from a corporate trailer at a NASCAR race. No really; I'm not kidding. (Plus Mama doesn't even cover our couch in plastic.) But that's a story for later.
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What I found amazing was when all the Italians were jumping together on the field after they won, they were softly bumping into each other, and yet no one fell down grabbing their face like they'd been poked in the eye.
You know, I think Zidane may be related to Michael Barrett.
I'd take Zidane in a fight against Michael Barrett any day even though Barrett is 6'3", 210 and Zidane is 6'1", 172.
Barrett just lost his cool and ended up on his back.
Zidane is fuckin crazy. He hit Materazzi square and he went DOWN. That was the second ejection/suspension Zidane got this tournament. He's clearly unstable.
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