I found it, Tony. The song in the Adidas ad is "Eanie Meany" by Jim Noir. I think, for me, it's this World Cup's A Little Less Conversation.

EDIT: You can download it here (and, if the RIAA or CRIA are listening, you can do so at your own risk.)

For the curious here, and the assorted googlesters who appear to be so interested, Pronger's supposed to be holding a news conference Tuesday to discuss the issue. Mayhaps we'll have a cessation on wild rumours and speculation until then?

new face of Our Mercury?

By this time tomorrow you can buy things with 1% less tax. Therefore you can consume more for less. Or in theory that's how it works.

Star Control sequel rumors

Haha, I guess those two columnists don't bother to reign in the childishness just because they're not talking soccer. The South Shall Rise Again Sorry Canada, the Old Confederacy is now the center of the hockey world. :

Imagine a team from a Canadian city so far north that pond hockey is still played outside in July is being spanked by a team from a state best known as the home of Barney Fife and the good old boys of NASCAR.

Nil, Nil
The nihilism of soccer: The more you look, the less there is to see.
by Frank Cannon & Richard Lessner :

Soccer is the perfect game for the post-modern world. It's the quintessential expression of the nihilism that prevails in many cultures, which doubtlessly accounts for its wild popularity in Europe. Soccer is truly Seinfeldesque, a game about nothing, sport as sensation.
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When the ball actually approaches one of the goals, the fans reach fever pitch and the cheering becomes a deafening roar.

Of course, these infrequent occurrences in which the soccer ball approaches the end zone--where goaltenders wile away their time perusing magazines, trimming their fingernails or inspecting blades of grass--rarely result in a shot on goal.
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Mostly soccer is just guys in shorts running around aimlessly, a metaphor for the meaninglessness of life. Whole blocks of game time transpire during which absolutely nothing happens. Fortunately, this permits fans to slip out for a bratwurst and a beer without missing anything important. It's little wonder fans at times resort to brawling amongst themselves in the grandstands, as there is so little transpiring on the field of play to occupy their wandering attention.
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No game in which actually scoring goals is of such little importance could possibly occupy the attention of average Americans. Our country has yet to succumb to the nihilism, existentialism, and anomie that have overtaken Europe

Soccer, then, would appear to be a game better suited to dim-witted quadrupeds than to human beings.

It's time to bring Buzz and Zap home!

The Sins of American Sportscasting:

American TV sportscasting is full of factoids, full of graphics, full of breakaways from the midst of play for prerecorded human-interest backgrounders, full of color analysts overexplaining what happened a couple of minutes ago even as new, more urgent things are happening in front of our eyes, full of overpacked broadcast booths with three-man teams, sideline reporters, spotters, graphics people and telestrators, all breathlessly jostling for air time. Goals are scored in hockey games, and instead of showing the players celebrating, hyperactive producers cut away to show coaches, random crowd shots, the empty net, the goalie whose expression is hidden behind his mask. A single football play cannot pass without two instant replays; lineups cannot be given without film clips of the players saying their own names. At any given moment in a baseball game, what you’ll hear is the studied casualness of the down-home, nothing-really-exciting-going-on-here play-calling tradition that O’Brien personifies.

All these strands together add up to the crisis in American sportscasting that is made evident at every World Cup, when English-speaking fans flee in enormous numbers to listen to commentary in a language they don’t even understand.

Like I promised Percy yesterday, the link to the most awesomest 8-bit inspired flash game ever!

Gamma Bros.