Needless to say, the loss came as a surprise to a lot of folks, particularly those living in a certain large and economically powerful continental European country. Although we here at the Tree House were quite depressed on The Worst Day Ever, as J has started referring to it, we somehow managed to plow through the darkness and emerge on the other side.
Obviously, there were quite a few, um... beverages involved ;)
Before the match, J prepared the ceremonial Deutschland football attire ;)
Babycakes was similarly equipped.
The original deal was that the loser would eat the cake of the winning country. Yeah... that worked out well ;)
Ol' Dad and the Tree House ladies got pimped out by the good folks at Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds.
Initially, Playa Pimp got ready for war...
... but then he decided he was a drinker, not a fighter ;)
Ol' Dad had similar ambitions before he was snapped back to reality by J's Über-Deutscher-Kung-Fu-Death-Grip!
Proof that violence does affect children... in a good way! ;)
J and Babycakes plan their attack.
The staples of any football party.
Child rearing... the Tree House way.
We almost lost Playa Pimp to spontaneous combustion.
We don't have that many pictures of the game but Enrique Iglesias performed a great pre-match show... until Schweinsteiger sent him to the floor with a double kick to the groin.
Post-Spanish-victory J.
Umm... ditto ;)
After carefully following all the post-match loss rules, J started to feel a bit better ;)
As a matter of fact, some of the Crew got downright giggly ;)
Despite the light atmosphere, J was quick to shut down any pro-Spanish sentiments ;)
T was so excited she busted out some traditional Spanish gang symbols. She used J-Box as a prop, however, so as to avoid getting shot ;)
A contemplative J-Box listening to the Miyagi within.
"Whose house? Run's house!"
Meanwhile, thirteen approaches quickly over Wild Basin.
A suitable summary of the day's events.
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