US 3, Honduras 2. We're going to South Africa, my friends.

It's difficult for me to type -- not only because I'm thrilled to know we'll be spared the embarrassment of not qualifying, but because it's difficult to see the screen behind the huge pile of crow I have to eat. Conor Casey -- fat, slow, seemingly worthless -- got the start and scored two goals. In my wildest dreams, I never would have predicted that. Congratulations, Mr. Casey: to paraphrase Lou Brown, you just gave a lot of writers and fans "a great big sh*tburger to eat." Including me.

June 11, 2010.

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