Because my brain hurts, this post will have little intellectual value. Instead, I'll share with any of you who don't know the joy that we get of having March madness in June. No, I'm not talking about how boring it would be to watch college baseball, or the hockey or nba finals. Instead, I'm talking about the delightful World Cup of Soccer. 63 games to decide one champion, and every game is being televised live.
In the words of my wife: "you've been counting down to the world cup more than you counted down to our wedding." This is actually true, but at least she followed it with "and you counted down to our wedding more than I did." Which again was actually true.
I'm excited that at least once every four years, parts of America pay attention to soccer. I'm excited that Gatorade has made commercials that use baseball's anthem playing in the background, and post that soccer is "the new pastime." I'm excited to watch all teams play and to root for the U.S.
Maybe most importantly, I'm excited to be a giddy child again, like most of us who fill out a bracket get for the NCAA tournament. I'm excited to pretend that the result of an Angola soccer match is drastically important. It is fun to lose myself in other people's life and I get to do that for an entire month.
If you have cable and want someone to watch a game with, I'd be more than happy to come over.
Thursday, June 08, 2006
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You can come over anytime you want to watch the games at my place. I have never read as much soccer stuff as I have the past couple of days. I am just mad that I am going to miss most of the games since they are one while I am at work.
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