Welcome to the Friday Crackovia Club, where we round up the craziest scenes from the Best Football Comedy show on Earth (well, until Brazil makes a better one, of course!) Crackovia!

The best parody, naturally, was reserved for Real Madrid's title celebrations at Cibeles Plaza last week, where a drunk Iker Casillas spoke incoherently to a journalist and proceeded to tie the flag around her neck.

Real Unhate, by Eduardo Salles.

Rivals, unite: Real Madrid x Barcelona. Manchester United x Liverpool. Boca Juniors x River Plate. América x Chivas. Inter x Milan. That's the message.

Some will see these 5 hybrids of club crests as borderline blasphemy.

Ac Milan's Swedish striker Zlatan Ibrahimovic finds himself on the wrong side of the law for the umpteenth time as he escaped a ban from league matches after a federal prosecutor decided not to present video footage as evidence against his charge of blasphemy.

Now Ibrahimovic is a good player, there is no denying his abilities, however, his ego is just to big.

Remember this season? You know the 63 points. The US Open Cup. Winning in Mexico. Winning in Portland. Winning in Salt Lake. Winning in Vancouver. Winning in Costa Rica. Winning in Kansas City. Crushing the Columbus Crew. That's this season. Today Sigi Schmid said that's the type of team he wants the Seattle Sounders to be again.

The Florida Panthers might be rethinking their decision to draft Rocco Grimaldi in the second round of the 2011 NHL Draft. In a recent Twitter rant, Rocco Grimaldi told chicks around the world to "put your boobs away". Blasphemy!

I already don't like this guy. Hopefully he never becomes a hockey star.

I already know that some of you will read the headline and scoff with disdain at the thought of a draft. And that there are traditionalists out there that will consider this blasphemy. However, the point of this article is not to install a whole...
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The Good

- It's over. Speaking personally as an Arsenal fan, that means the loosening of a feisty nutcracker on my testicles, but I believe it's much the same for most teams. Team and fan burnout is bound to happen eventually, and it's time for the body Duracells to undergo their yearly recharge.

So here I am, half-disgusted-and-sick-and-tired of these El Clasicos, but also half-nervous and begging for a miracle tonight. The realist in me tells me that it's game over. But I am overcome with the desire to dream. Call it the spirit of Juanito, call it the heart of Pipita (Real Madrid's current Patron Saint for Refusing to Lose).

So here I am, half-disgusted-and-sick-and-tired of these El Clasicos, but also half-nervous and begging for a miracle tonight. The realist in me tells me that it's game over. But I am overcome with the desire to dream. Call it the spirit of Juanito, call it the heart of Pipita (Real Madrid's current Patron Saint for Refusing to Lose).

So here I am, half-disgusted-and-sick-and-tired of these El Clasicos, but also half-nervous and begging for a miracle tonight. The realist in me tells me that it's game over. But I am overcome with the desire to dream. Call it the spirit of Juanito, call it the heart of Pipita (Real Madrid's current Patron Saint for Refusing to Lose).

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It was supposed to be round 3 of this once-in-a-lifetime ‘World Series' of Clasicos, and it was supposed to be the first of the 2 games where the chance to vie for the biggest prize in club football was at stake. It didn't even have to be Real Madrid vs. Barcelona, any 2 Tom, Dick and Harry teams vying for this prize would've turned this match into a potential classic.

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It was supposed to be round 3 of this once-in-a-lifetime ‘World Series' of Clasicos, and it was supposed to be the first of the 2 games where the chance to vie for the biggest prize in club football was at stake. It didn't even have to be Real Madrid vs. Barcelona, any 2 Tom, Dick and Harry teams vying for this prize would've turned this match into a potential classic.

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It was supposed to be round 3 of this once-in-a-lifetime ‘World Series' of Clasicos, and it was supposed to be the first of the 2 games where the chance to vie for the biggest prize in club football was at stake. It didn't even have to be Real Madrid vs. Barcelona, any 2 Tom, Dick and Harry teams vying for this prize would've turned this match into a potential classic.

I'm slightly perturbed by Tony Pulis. In fact, I'm a little more than freaked out.
Usually the man takes every chance possible in his stinking existence to have a pop at Arsenal. Today he kind of gives us a little gee-up.
To say I'm surprised is an understatement and I've come to the conclusion that he has either taken a whack on his head or he has fallen out with his posse.

My Mom is a dear, but she can be very trying at times. Aside from committing the marked blasphemy of not letting me watch the occasional match (some nonsense about ‘studying' and ‘making my career') she has also repeatedly advised me to ‘support the winning team no?