...you deserve it, too...

The same thing I hate about dating Iranian men, is the same thing I hate about watching them play soccer - a group of arrogant drama queens who spend more time diving and earning penalties than actually playing the game. I have never seen so many fouls called during a game before; too many stops.

And when they weren't falling over themselves, they were misdirecting passes, tripping over their own dribbling or becoming so confident in their dribbling they shoot forward without the ball, feet still moving pretending smooth. Like my dad said after one particularly ridiculous footwork attempt after a corner kick: "Ay pantar, baz toop-oh ja gozashti!"

It's over kids - not that the dream was ever really alive. How many times has an Iranian team full of potential completely choked? Nothing new, nothing different.