Never thought I would write a post about soccer. And yet, here I am.
I don't like soccer much. I just don't find it that interesting. A lot of running back and forth across the long field and not a lot of points being scored. Did you know that you can watch a whole game - that's 90 minutes, minimum - and not know who won? Oh right, because no one did. How lame is that? 90 minutes and no winner. In French, that kind of game is called un match nul. Which pretty much sums it up. A nothing match. Husband has tried to explain to me the merits of the sport and even the merits of the nothing match. I just kept saying, "Yeah, whatever, but come on, 90 minutes and no winner? If I were there, I would ask for a ticket refund." He shook his head in despair and gave up.
We've now entered into the part of the World Cup where there can no longer (thank you) be any nothing matches. Someone has to win.
Last night, Husband wisely went out with friends to watch the game. I watched a Sex and the City dvd, which Husband bought for me so I would have something to watch during the insanity that is the World Cup. Isn't that sweet?
Like I said, I didn't watch the game against Spain last night. But I may as well have.
It's hot here. Everyone has their windows open in the evening, including us, hoping for a cooling breeze. Well, last night, that breeze came accompanied. I knew when everyone of the four points was scored, and of course, according to the collective moans or cheers, by which team. I knew when it was half-time and I CERTAINLY knew when the game was over.
Husband was in a EXCELLENT mood this morning. Which is saying a lot because he's totally not a morning person.
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I didn't even know it was the world cup - I guess I need to brush up on the European Sports World.
ps - My sister and niece are in town now so I'm ready to have baby - I'll keep you posted. She just baked me a blueberry pie!!
Gosh, during a previous life I was married to a fellow who owned a sporting goods store - which meant I owned a sporting goods store - sort of. All our vacations and little stolen moments seemed to revolve around some manner of sports related activity... Didn't take me long to shake that nasty habit once (the sports thing, not the husband - that took much longer)
Oh, come on. Soccer is way cool. Have you seen the legs on those guys? Hummadahummadahumma. Go France. Oh, hell. Go all of 'em. (But don't tell O I said that).
Christi - Will do.
Beth - Actually, you need to brush up on the Sports World in general. It's the WORLD CUP, there are teams from all over the place. The US team was in it for a few days.
Amy - THANK you Amy for calling a spade a spade. I didn't dare call too much sports a nasty habit for fear of comments but man it totally is. Husband watched the game, watched all the shows that talked about the game afterwards and yesterday watched all the shows that talked about what was said in the shows after the game.
Lorriane, I mean, HRH Lorraine, Hot soccer men are way cool but there are never any closeups during the games. As far as Husband is concerned, I think he's just hoping that all who love us at home are now on board for France.
Beth - PS - I cannot believe you sister knows how to bake a blueberry pie. And I mean that in the nicest way. Keep me very posted about baby! I'm wishing you an easy labor and a beautiful angel baby who will coo and not colic her way through the first three months.
Charlie - I know.
Beth- your sister bakes I agree with Nicole that is so hard to picture.
Nicole-My son says the French are going down big against Brazil.
Charlie - Never! Though I should tell you that the 8 year olds I taught English to this year at Boy1's school made drawings for me on my last day. All but one with the English flag. Because if I speak English I must be from...
Charlie - I did watch the last 15 minutes. Left feeling dissatified with the results.
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