So it turns out we're maybe not on the outer fringes of Siberia, up here in the Zone of Invisibility known as Fort Wayne.

U.S. 1, Algeria 0, and here is some history for you: It marks the first time the United States has won its group in the World Cup since 1930, when Herbert Hoover was president and the Great Depression was just settling in for an over-long stay.

It's long past time to let go of indoor football. In fact, we're probably a good two years past what should have been its expiration date.

The best part was the human drama that was poor Dustin Johnson.

Jimmie Johnson got his first road-course "victory" hand-delivered.

To vuvuzela, or not to vuvuzela. The plastic horns popular with African soccer fans -- and which produce a constant, buzzing drone no more annoying to non-African ears than, say, fingernails on a chalkboard -- have become the talk of the tournament, and not in a good way.

Bob Knight, on why the NCAA invariably punishes schools after the principal violators have all fled the scene (See: USC football, Reggie Bush, Pete Carroll), said it was because the NCAA takes 900 years to act on anything.

For those of you eagerly awaiting the numbers from Stephen Strasburg's major leaguie pitching debut: seven innings, four hits, 14 strikeouts, a 4-2 lead for the Washington Nationals.

First things first this morning, as GamesWorld dissects, re-dissects, re-re-dissects and generally reduces to bloody hash the blown call by umpire Jim Joyce on the 27th out that cost Armando Galarraga of the Detroit Tigers a perfect game last night.

I've seen some pathetic things in my time: Tonya Harding boxing, President Obama throwing a baseball, Robby Benson playing basketball in "One-on-One."