On the one hand, you've got this twit scampering (yes, scampering!) up and down the field like God's Gift to American Soccer. I know his mama loves him. A lot of people think he's good looking. I just want to backhand him a goodun and wipe that smirk off his face.
On the other hand, how could I not enjoy the suffering of Carlos Ruiz?
I was all twisted in side. I like Toja (note to self: schedule haircut). I hate Ruiz. I like Michael Parkhurst. I despise Jay Heaps.
In the end, it was Viva la Revolution, death to FC D (a/k/a First Class Divers - well, Diver, anyway).
Bring on the playoffs.
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