You may or may not have gathered from reading this blog that I'm a bit of a tomboy. Not a big fan of high-heeled shoes... would rather be wearing my 'slouch fit' ripped jeans and a tank top than a skirt and nice top. Makeup is rare. And I like football. And I like to think that, for a Canadian, I'm fairly well-educated when it comes to football.

This is why I have this deeply ingrained feeling right now that all is NOT right with the world. Really.

England went out. Let's face it. They were up a good team, and even a man down they fought it out like absolute champions (fucking ref!... although Rooney brought that one totally on himself). I was prepared, however, to quit crying (ok, I didn't actually cry, but it was close), and dig my fingernails out of my palm from where they'd been clutched around the cross I wear on my neck (not that I believe in any sort of Christianity - it's a Celtic cross, I have Scottish blood, but I digress...), and get on with supporting my other babies.

And now they're out too.

England out. Brazil out. All in the span of 6 hours.

What the fuck?!?!

"Stands not within the prospect of belief" and I am now at a complete and utter loss.