Ronaldinho to the Galaxy? Oh my freakin' God! Wake me when it's time to stop laughing. Didn't I just say in last week's Dogpile that the Galaxy FO wouldn't realize that they've embarked on a fairly impressive run with just one of their three stars and sackful of scrubs, and that they'd be in a much less leaky ship if they could have spread some of that Galactico money around to provide a solid supporting ensemble for one, perhaps two, stars? Well, at least Alexi didn't get his way. While we're at it--where were the Gals going to come up with the salary space for this one? I'm assuming they'd have to ship off Ruiz, Donovan, and pretty much every veteran making over $60k and ride Becks and the buck-toothed Brazilian to glory surrounded by a half-dozen rookies, front office staff shoved into ill-fitting kits, and lucky fans whose ticket number is called prior to kickoff, which gets them a seat next to a desparing Ruud Gullit as a potential sub . . .
So what's the deal with McBride, the great American hero, returning to the general vicinity of his birth to save the Fire? If I'm the Fire FO, Barrett, some scrub like Carr, and a metric ass-load of draft picks are headed to TFC for the big man. Of course, if I'm Mad Mo and the Toronto FO, I fall down laughing at any deal involving Barrett. Assuming MLS HQ doesn't stick their dirty little paws into the deal to give McHead what he wants at the cost of making the league look ridiculous, TFC are going to get something much more valuable that a striker with wayward aim. Count the Fire as real contenders if they manage to survive the shark-infested transfer waters and put out an attack involving Mapp + El Hunchbacko + Rolfe + McHead . . .
Oh, that hot Euro action! I know I haven't mentioned it much, but the world wide web gnomes have me hooked up to an IV drip of extended, widescreen BBC and ITV highlights of every match. Not that they've all been worth watching, but there sure have been some lovely matches and gorgeous goals (mostly off Dutch feet). It's just so sad that we've reached the knockout round, where inevitably, the Germans and Italians will wake up and start dismissing the sides that play nice futbol, probably with penalty kicks on at least one occassion . . .
And speaking of those devils, doesn't it just figure that the Germans would unhinge the Portuguese? Of course, the Portuguese were bound to go down in flames considering the Scolari and Ronaldo transfer drama surrounding them. I guess that means that those lovely Spanish are about to get themselves dismissed by a banged-up, suspension-addled Italian side. What do you think--Luca Toni finally decides to wake up and start finding the net and wrestles that questionable Iberian back line into submission, Puyol's hair flopping about in troll-doll-like frustration? We shall see . . .