U.S. wins on The Road

Another close call, saved by Ricardo Clark's swerve. Bob Bradley is the luckiest motherf-er on the planet. Too disgusted to blog. Or write in complete sentences. Anymore. Stilted language. Reminds me of Cormac McCarthy. His writing is just as depressing as the U.S.'s performance. But a win is a win, I guess. Two more left. The prospect of a play-in match against Argentina wakes me up in a cold sweat.