"be but sworn my love, and i'll no longer be a potential madridista."

O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art
As glorious to this night, being o'er my head
As is a winged messenger of heaven
Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes
Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds
And sails upon the bosom of the air.

It's worth pondering whether Kaká is willing to commit what is, for him, tantamount to blasphemy, to get Milan into a Champions' League spot. However, even the Gila-monster's brace could not net Milan three points in Saturday's game against Fiorentina. The capocannoniere spot is but a taunting dream of the past for Gila. But let's see if the balcony scenes will prevent Ricardo I. Leites from hopping it to Madrid next season. At least he won't have to endure the demented ravings of a certain ex-Premier of Italy. And there's another question for the ages. Sheva: uxourious puppy or misunderstood genius?

If it's any consolation, Andriy, we at De Ludo Globi think they're both excellent things to be.