Sports Putcha and Pitcha.

We can now sleep here in the Philippines. The World Cup is over with Italy winning 5-3 on penalty kicks after a 1-1 draw. I was thinking, nandoon ba si Baggio for Italy. I recalled watching the World Cup 1994 in Los Angeles. Yes, I was there when the Buddhist Baggio kicked like a Filipino also in the penalty against Brasilia. Anyway, I was here when Zidane acted like a toro and headbutted an Italian in extra time. He could have ended his futbol career highkicking but he was gone, gone with a red card. He gave the only goal given up by the Italians in the Cup. It was their 4th. The ghost of Baggio is exorcised. It was not the only sports event I watched in that stretch. Last night, Federer won over Nadal. Imagine 6-0 in the first set! Then two hours each for the next set, both tiebreakers. Nadal won the 3rd set but he knew it coming! I even heard him blurt out, Puta! But you won't hear that. Pinoys watching knew he said that, although Pinoys would say Putcha, similar to the way they pronounce pizza. Pitcha. With a pie. Pitcha pay as in tinapay. Then there is the Cialis Western Open. Cialis is the better Viagra, I heard. Woods lost by two over Immelman, although he was hot from the 10th to the 15th holes, birdieing 4. Then he became average while Immelman was in the zone. Today, the Mt. Everest Expedition of the Philippines would be in Baguio. I already met them Sunday and talked with them but today, Monday, I brought my Into Thin Air: The Illustrated Edition by Jon Krakauer for autograph. It was already signed by Jon so the signatures of Oracion and Emata would make it extra valuable. Hooray!