I’ve been trying not to think about the upcoming US-Mexico game until Hate Week starts on the 8th, but some things are just too good to be true. Like this si.com headline: “Mexicans turning to voodoo to beat United States.” Obviously this game means much more in Mexico than it does here, ranking somewhere in between a presidential election and Baja California sliding into the sea, but still, a little, you know, perspective, not to mention class, would be nice (I know, I know, expecting class out of El Tri or their fans is like getting blood from a stone). Failing that, I’ll settle for a thorough asskicking on the 11th.