It's true, I don't get it. What was Gattuso doing without his pants on at the end of the World Cup? I know, I know, when you win the World Cup you can do whatever you want and maybe you don't even need pants anymore. Yet, it still made me wonder.
Despite the fact that I was rooting for France, I couldn't help but be happy for the Italians as they danced about and jumped on top of each other time and time again.
I'd like to write more, but I've got some serious reading and sitting by the pool to do, so I should be off. Also, can anyone explain to me what the hell Zidane was thinking last night? A headbutt? Who does that?