Long talk with Phil this evening...

We discussed (but of course) the World Cup.  Several of the tidbits I shared with him about Ronaldo were unknown to Phil, even in buzzy alt Deutschland.  I daresay his mind was blown to hear how soccer balls have a way of lifting themselves just before Ronaldo kicks them.  The rest, including the scuttlebutt about the League of Incestuous Homosexual (Père/fils) Pedophiles, didn't seem to faze him.  I don't know if I've persuaded him to watch the Ballade of Hugo Sánchez, which is all my joy of late on Netflix.