Micha, Micha, Micha

No, I haven't seen "The Brady Bunch" in ages, why do you ask?

In another example of "too lazy to watch a match," I refused to even attempt to see Chelsea-Manchester United this morning. I couldn't have made it to the Phoenix Landing even if I'd woken up in time, but I slept until halftime anyway.

I went to Lir in the afternoon to catch a rerun of the game on Setanta, and got there at about 40 minutes in the first half. There were two men watching the game and they asked me if I knew the score. I said no and that I didn't want to know. One of them told me anyway, saying after I mentioned that I was a Ballack fan that I'd want to stay and watch the game.

I thought he was pulling my leg because I was a girl, until I saw the first goal. Then I saw the ticker on Sky Sports News and realized that Herr Ballack scored a brace!

Of course Ballack scored his second goal late in the game so I had to wait for almost the entire second half, but it was totally worth it. I wish I had been awake to see the game live.

Today's incomprehensible soccer-related personage: Avram Grant aka the Toad.

David Padgett is pretty.

See above. I deleted my longer post on it, but needless to say, I've currently got a self-induced, totally fun, huge whopping crush on him. And whenever I've seen him, he's not played too well.

The first time I remember seeing him play was in 2006 on ESPN, when my mother and I both drooled over him. The last time I saw Louisville play before Thursday was the whiteout game at Freedom Hall when Rick Pitino wore a white suit for the first half and a black suit for the second half.

I don't put much stock in the ability of anyone to beat North Carolina, even though I'm evidently not the only person who's currently in love with Mr. Padgett. The press is obsessed with him.

But hey, the boy is hot. And tall. He's also 23, slightly out of my age range. I think my age limit should be 24. Since he's a fifth-year senior, having transferred from Kansas after his freshman year, here ends my ability to squeal over college basketball players.

Edited to add: by the "half your age plus seven" rule, he's still in my age range. And he's not exactly busy right now!