Sometime in August Montreal hosted some sort of hacky-sack type volleyball tournament which was attended by several countries around the world. Canada fielded a team but was apparently totally oblivious to the sartorial protocols of the sport nobody knows much about.
So we clad our athletes in oversized shiny shorts and baggy XL ghetto Ts that were popular where the streets had no names 15 years ago.
That daring choice of attire suggests that the Canadian soccer volleyball team had an exclusive deal with that hottest of all brands, the Presbyterian Hipster Clothing Boutique, which has been on the cutting edge of cassock and sackcloth stylings.
I think the umpire should have declarde the victors here before the first kick-serve was booted.
Now perhaps I'm flattering Brazil because I've had a burning desire to visit the country since the early 90s.
I even had a buncha language tapes and actively tried to meet Brazilian babes in Montreal to teach me the lingo so I'd be prepared to falla once my jet landed within eyesight of Sugarloaf and the favellas.
My good buddy Bernie, who has family in the Braz and visited many times, did his best to kill my dream by telling me that many of the women there fall into the TBATF category.
Anyway. Forget the Dallas cheerleaders. Forget the Swedish bikini team. Forget stringbean beach volleyball dudettes. The Brazil Beach-soccer-volleyball or whatever this sport is called - team is the shizzle right now.