A very simple final thought on the Pan Pacific Championship

After watching that whole final, I only have one thing to say:

How much would it cost to get that Bare guy on our team? If you can't beat 'im, buy 'im. It's the American way.

Oh wait, one other thing to say:

After watching Bobby Boswell get burned on all four of Bare's goals, I hope that Boz takes those lead shoes he was wearing and hurls them into the nearest volcano before leaving the islands tomorrow. Of course, he might have been able to move just a little faster if he wasn't so damn captivated with ball-watching, but seeing as how this is preseason and all, I'm willing to let him blame it on the shoes. In two years, I've yet to see the Texian Army or El Batallon turn on one of our own, but if Boswell plays like that during the regular season, he's going to get an earful in at least two languages whenever Dynamo is defending the north side.

So remember Bobby: Shoes. In the volcano. Now. Read more!