America...Fuck No! Sort of.

So, Team America decides to drop one to a bunch of swarthy butt-pirates in the World Championships, and I have already gone through a range of emotions. Part of me is disappointed that the games started too fucking early to watch them on television. I mean, seriosuly, who gives a fuck if there is nobody there to see it live? The real money comes from American broadcasting rights. No need for a bunch of Japanese people to clap politely and engage in Mormonesque trash-talking. Then I was angry, because the team made me look like a (bigger) idiot due to my prediction of gold. But now, some 18 minutes after, I am relieved. This team showed improvement from the last showing in the World Championships (6th in Indy) and a similar showing to how they did in Athens (3rd). The team was missing it's two best outside shooters (Ray Allen and Michael Redd), arguably it's best perimeted defender (Kobe Bryant) and the most athletic big man in the world (Amare Stoudemire). So what does this mean? Well, for starters, say good by to Antawn Jamison, Joe Johnson, Shane Battier and Brad Miller. Your spots are pretty much gone. Secondly, it means that when Team America reloads for the North America/Caribbean qualifying tournament, I would expect Dream Team in 92 results. You don't want to piss off a sleeping giant, and I think that the bearded ass-fuckers from Greece just did that.