This post is complete pants.
In addition to watching a lot of soccer (Congratulations, by the way, to my beloved Tricolores who advanced to the round of 16 today), I've also been reading a lot about the world cup. One of my favorite writers is a British-born writer for ESPN.com who is doing a blog in Germany for the month-long tournament. Along with his hilarious pain-induced rants about the suffering caused to him by England's Eleven (catchy, or no? -- it just came to me so probably not), I also enjoy his post-match rating system for England known as the pants system. Terrific players are designated as wearing no pants at all. Above average to average players are said to be wearing shorts. Sub par players wear those girly capri pants that guys sometimes wear. It continues with players wearing jeans slightly rolled up, as is (apparently) the case in the Berlin streets. Those who are just plain abysmal or disappointing to an amazing degree are said to be complete pants -- and very often the itchy kind. Michael Owen, England's star footballer, was recently awarded the inventive title of Hospital Pants after being injured and ruled incapable of playing for the rest of the tournament. I think I shall start incorporating this system into my everyday life, starting with the subject of this post...