The past week has given us Milanistas three noteworthy games. The thriller at the San Siro, where Milan toppled an impressive Cagliari side 4-3, a lucky 1-1 tie in the Champions League against Marseille, and Sunday's game at Catania resulted in one of the most unexpected finishes I have ever witnessed.

Us soccer fanatics have a short term memory. It's unbelievable how quickly we're able to forgive and forget. A player can win himself inside the hearts of fans with one goal. An icon can be whistled mercilessly after one crucial mistake. Just when I thought I had seen it all, our very own Klaas-Jan Huntelaar left me speechless when he transformed his Bidone d'Oro into a Ballon d'Or in stoppage time.

Sunday's without the Serie A are lonely, cold, and oh so bitter. I find myself mindlessly flicking through the vast array of channels available on my satellite, desperately trying to find another sport that can somehow compare to the religion that I call Calcio. Living in Miami, I've grown accustomed to watching soccer as I eat my breakfast. My Sunday's are devoted to the Serie A. I watch the morning games on Rai International, which also does a great job of broadcasting every single goal in real time. Then, the "afternoon" game (which is nighttime in Italy) is at 2:45pm, and La Domenica Sportiva airs at 10:30pm. That's about six hours of soccer I digest every Sunday, so you can imagine the emptiness I feel inside waking up to College Football. The withdrawal symptoms yesterday were horrible.