Happy (Very Belated) New Year
It's so good to be back. About time too. You guys must already been wondering, did these guys drown while helping out the flood victims?
Funny...
I've decided, after surviving from that near-death ordeal (I had to swim my way to safety, while all Ass-too-'kay had to do was FLOAT), that I should appreciate life more. I realised that every year, too many things happen at the same time for you to comprehend fully and most of the time, we forget what happened. Lessons forgotten outnumber the lessons learnt.
So I've decided to go out of my way to make it a point to present you lovely people out there a fortnight post on important things that happened last year. I
The Two-Oh-Oh-Six Fortnight
Original, isn't it? The wonders of the human mind...
For the first issue, I'm going to dwell on the biggest sporting event of the year. It's the most watched international sporting event (that only those Yankees seem to be too blinkered to even notice let alone comprehend its greatness) that took place in Germany in the summer. Yes, I'm talking about the World Cup.
Sadly, the best teams (they looked good on paper, at least) didn't seem to go anywhere far enough. Argentina, with an abundance of talent in every position, were knocked out in the quarters by the hosts. The Netherlands were still a self-destructive side, England picked up the pace only in the last 45 minutes of their last match before getting knocked (blinked) out, Spain still to fulfill their potential, and Brazil... they probably performed better in German clubs than in German stadiums.
All said and done, the two teams that were least expected made it into the final. Italy were rocked by domestic rigging scandals while France, in the early stages, looked more like a bunch of old sods huffing and puffing around the pitch on their crutches (good thing they didn't need wheelchairs).
Of course, we'll always remember that memorable moment when The Bald One thought The Tall One was the ball. Maybe he thought it would be great to leave Planet Football by reminding everyone why he was called The Bald One and not The Fat One. Or The Tall One did know Mr. Baldy's sister. Whatever the motivation, the incident sparked a sudden craze for Football Figther.
Konami must have immediately starting programming as soon as the final whistle was blown. Just a week after the game was released, sales skyrocketed to 20 million units worldwide. Within a month, it more than tripled to 62 million units (both PC and PSst2 versions). Even Sony announced that it would not release the all new PSst3 until late 2007, just for Konami.
In case you're wondering about the game, I've copied a still shot of the game, just for you guys. The link (the picture) was working 'till Ass-too-'kay decided that you guys should know how to google for it by now.
Now we know the Japanese aren't just good at cutting weird porn.
– Liam –
Funny...
I've decided, after surviving from that near-death ordeal (I had to swim my way to safety, while all Ass-too-'kay had to do was FLOAT), that I should appreciate life more. I realised that every year, too many things happen at the same time for you to comprehend fully and most of the time, we forget what happened. Lessons forgotten outnumber the lessons learnt.
So I've decided to go out of my way to make it a point to present you lovely people out there a fortnight post on important things that happened last year. I
The Two-Oh-Oh-Six Fortnight
Original, isn't it? The wonders of the human mind...
For the first issue, I'm going to dwell on the biggest sporting event of the year. It's the most watched international sporting event (that only those Yankees seem to be too blinkered to even notice let alone comprehend its greatness) that took place in Germany in the summer. Yes, I'm talking about the World Cup.
Sadly, the best teams (they looked good on paper, at least) didn't seem to go anywhere far enough. Argentina, with an abundance of talent in every position, were knocked out in the quarters by the hosts. The Netherlands were still a self-destructive side, England picked up the pace only in the last 45 minutes of their last match before getting knocked (blinked) out, Spain still to fulfill their potential, and Brazil... they probably performed better in German clubs than in German stadiums.
All said and done, the two teams that were least expected made it into the final. Italy were rocked by domestic rigging scandals while France, in the early stages, looked more like a bunch of old sods huffing and puffing around the pitch on their crutches (good thing they didn't need wheelchairs).
Of course, we'll always remember that memorable moment when The Bald One thought The Tall One was the ball. Maybe he thought it would be great to leave Planet Football by reminding everyone why he was called The Bald One and not The Fat One. Or The Tall One did know Mr. Baldy's sister. Whatever the motivation, the incident sparked a sudden craze for Football Figther.
Konami must have immediately starting programming as soon as the final whistle was blown. Just a week after the game was released, sales skyrocketed to 20 million units worldwide. Within a month, it more than tripled to 62 million units (both PC and PSst2 versions). Even Sony announced that it would not release the all new PSst3 until late 2007, just for Konami.
In case you're wondering about the game, I've copied a still shot of the game, just for you guys. The link (the picture) was working 'till Ass-too-'kay decided that you guys should know how to google for it by now.
Now we know the Japanese aren't just good at cutting weird porn.
– Liam –
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