Lately I've been watching the fun sport known as diving on television. You know, the one where they kick the ball around the field, about 11 players on a field per team, where they compete for a trophy known as the World Cup?

I don't even care who wins, it's absolutely hilarious how when any two players passing within ten feet of each other, one, or if I'm super lucky, both will go down clutching some part of their body.

Then they'll get up, attempt to use their non-existant jedi mind tricks on the referee (see: glaring) to call a penalty on the opposing squad. Seriously, I believe some Oscars are order here.

And now, a moment of song for the fallen, Canada's darling team, the Edmonton Oilers (courtesy of Queen's University)

Oil thigh na Banrighinn a'Banrighinn gu brath!
Cha-Gheill! Cha-Gheill! Cha-Gheill!
(pronounced Kay-Ya, Kay-Ya, Kay-ya)