No pads, no helmets, just balls

I like to think am ballsy - considering that i don't actually have any balls, perhaps gutsy is a better adjective, but what the hell; you get my drift, don't you? - but last thursday, my courage failed; all the protective gear of an american football player wouldn't have made a difference, a bubble(now that i consider it) might have helped.(Jake Gyllenhaal, call me; your experience might be handy next time). I needed to hide away until the initial despair wore off. If you're wondering what it was that had me so disconsolate, shame on you - why, there are only two possible explanations: England lost to N. Ireland in world cup qualifiers, and James Blake lost to Agassi in the 1/4 finals of the Us open. I'll not risk reopening old wounds by discussing those events.
Redemption, however, was not slow in coming: The fifth test of the Ashes commenced on Thursday. Although to call any of tests in this series redeeming is not strictly true: the redemption is only found in hindsight, proceedings have been anything but pleasurable; rapidly changing fortunes of the two sides have ensured that funs have been enthralled in agony - results have remained in the balance to the very last over. Following a horrid start, they were 131-4, on thursday, the england boat was steadied by Andy Strauss and Andy Flintoff. But then England collapsed spectacularly and were all out for 373. To make matters worse, the aussies started out auspiciously reaching 112-0 by the close of the second day. With that i was certain that they's go on to build a massive total and England would have a chase on their hands; i was therefore resigned to the prospect of an English loss and didn't bother to follow the third day's proceedings. So it was that i checked the score on Sunday, expecting the worst but was pleasantly stunned to discover that the aussies had been bowled out for a meage 367 runs thanks to Andy "prospective father of my children" Flintoff and Matthew "unwitting boyfriend" Hoggard! So it that on the final day of the fifth test, England stands poised to win back the ashes after a dry spell of 18 years. England could win today with not so much as an over played: If bad weather prevails. So join me and funs of English Cricket as we pray for miserable weather! And in abscence of that, bad light will do.

While on the subject of balls, i'd like to single out a few people for their ballsiness or lack thereof. (Not a word about my grammar, i'll be grammatically correct when y'all start paying a subscription fee.)
First, The good. Kanye "the man" West - Need i say more?
Roman Abramovich and Jose Mourinho for attending the Ivory Coast VS Cameroon game in Abidjan Sunday before last. It might not seem courageous at all but if we consider that Ivory Coast is an African country in the throes of a civil war, the perspective changes entirely.
The bad. George Bush, for failing to get his ming around the idea that Americans, black or white, ought to be his highest priority; one that should transcend even his predilection for military adventures in Arab lands.
The ugly: Barbara Bush for suggesting that the hurricane worked out well for New Orleans' poor. "What I'm hearing, which is sort of scary, is they all want to stay in Texas. Everyone is so overwhelmed by the hospitality. And so many of the people in the arena here, you know, were underprivileged anyway, so this is working very well for them." she said.
No doubt it's worked put well for them: they may have lost loved ones and everything they own but what's that compared to Texan Hospitality.
Ladies and Gentle men, it appears that the inability to open one's mouth without putting a foot in it is indeed genetic. I shall continue to make observations in a bid to ascertain the notion.
Ciao for now.