RAVE ON! BACKPEDAL! REPEAT?

At least, when Lear raved, he left the righteous warbling for the Fool. The sad thing about the rightly deposed czar of US football spewing invectives outside the palace gates, is that his wisdom and xenophobia flow together like tango and cash. A lesser soccer mom could be left confused... A couple of days later, there was also an apology and retraction (via DuNord), showing that self-reflection is not yet a foreign thought to the man who blamed a lack of a WC'06 plan B on everyone but the person who was hired to devise it. Remember B, in FIFA's world, you're either part of the problem, or part of the solution. And Sunil's got soldiers, whereas ye have an energy drink. (And, hopefully, a youth program...)

POTENTIAL'S CRISIS

Wanted: A rewrite of familliar "beauty has no point value" script.

Solution 1: Pine the dancing eastern European with no point-blank skills; replace with Lil' Mozart.
Solution 2: Start the young stallion.
Solution 3: Get your face out of your hands, yell a little.

Prayer: Step up yr game, when the time calls.

(Time: "That would be now.")

CARLOS WHO?