Abracadabra alakazam (world cup, close your eyes, Jay. I'm on a roll)

And with that, the "magic" is taken out of the world cup.

Everyone wanted Brazil to win today and the commentators were in a frenzy of anticipation of it. Brazil was "magical." Every game Brazil played was full of "magic." And every game Zidane played might be his last. Such drama. I loved it.

And at the end of the day, everyone was wrong. Brazil might be magical, but it would take more than magic to overcome their nemesis, the only team to beat them in eight YEARS.

Aside from the fact that the rules of marriage require me to cheer for France, lest I risk divorce, or at least a night on the couch, I love an underdog. France loves to be the underdog, so today's game was a marriage made in heaven. The all-stars vs. the underdogs.

Brazil has 5 stars [1] on their jerseys, France has 1 (Portugal has none and they kicked the English (who have 1) all over the stadium today).

Zidane is close to becoming the love of my life, with Thierry Henry running  a close second (sorry baby). Together they are peanut butter and chocolate, rhythm and blues, yin and yang. Ok, I'm a little swept away right now. Tomorrow I will read this post and be embarrassed, but today I am thrilled.

Today's game was sweet, but not as sweet as the win over Spain. I thought I liked Spain, they are football royalty and play the game with such heart. But then I saw what their coach said. And I saw what their supporters did. And I began to despise them.

And then I heard about Thierry Henry, and what he did in the face of such personal racist behavior, and I loved him, and his team, even more.

We have no idea what to do with ourselves until Tuesday, and then Wednesday when France meets Portugal. Thank you ESPN. Your coverage commentators still suck, but we really appreciate being able to see the game in HD.

[1] for every world cup you win, you get one star, brasil has more than anyone.