No cows for them

Not surprisingly, the plucky Swiss team was knocked out of the tournament last night. I don't really care that much--it's not like I went out and bought a Swiss jersey or red and white face paint or anything--but it still would have been nice to see them do better, if for no other reason than to see the streets of Basel fill with wild revelers until all hours of the night (i.e., 11:00pm).