My Twin and Other Stuff

Ok. I've been told twice in the same day that Ribery looks like me. Or I look like Ribery. Whichever strikes you as the least vain. Of course, how could it be vain? Ribery is the ugliest guy on the French side. To boot, he has this hideous scar which which makes him look like a deadly neo-nazi. Thankfully, he didn't get that scar in a fight. He got it the old-fashioned way: an accident. But it is still a very definite part of his visage. I wonder if people think of me when they see the scar.

Impossible. My complexion is so smooth. Have you seen the advertisement for the after shave or whatever where the guy is talking while these female hands are caressing his face? He gulps and says that the lotion really changed his life. "REALLY!" Well, I don't need the stuff. So it really unnerves me that I should be compared to Ribery. Of course, his teeth are all out of line. Mine are too. But can people see that through the television screen?

Of course, in the picture of him jogging with Zinedine, he looks like I do when I sleep. And one of the people that thinks Ribery looks like me (Or I look like him. Whichever strikes you as the least vain) is a teen who sits in the front row at church. I have to admit that the last two shots of Ribery could very well be me while I am speaking... Oh, well. Here I was hoping it was his tenacious spirit, his dazzling speed, and his amazing skill. I'm afraid it's his sheer ugliness.

One more way to end the World Cup on a sad note.