No, this isn't about some birthday wishes gone awry. It's about our beloved president Bush. While I would never advocate war purely for entertainment purposes, the international fallout (and I mean that in the figurative sense only) could be so seismic that it's impossible not to wonder about it, to watch it with as much twisted disbelief as "Joe Millionaire." Although I don't necessarily want to be the car wreck that the passersby are all looking at, the role of the U.S. in a world polarized by our military presumptiveness is going to be unlike anything we've ever seen before. Except maybe on reality TV.

The more I think about it, the more accurate the metaphor becomes. Vince Neil, MC Hammer and Emmanuel Lewis have got nothing on GWB, Tony Blair and Jacques Chirac. You just can't imagine what sort of crazy thing they'll do next. The weird thing is that noone is really on Iraq's side, per se. Otherwise, you'd have the emerging "axis of resistance" actually pledging to defend Saddam Hussein. And that can't happen until at least May. You know, for sweeps.

Back on the home front, we lost a heartbreaker on Tuesday night. Tied at 5 after regulation, we survived a 5-minute overtime period only to lose on penalty kicks. Somehow I managed two goals and an assist, which is pretty unprecedented for me. I'll get the hang of this soccer thing yet.