In general, I'm about as big of a sports fan as I am a morning fan. Apparently the NBA finals are going on? Someone mentioned something about last night's Lakers/Celtics game. And all I could think was, Hold a tic. I thought Ireland didn't make the tournament this year...
But then my bloody mary arrived and my attention reverted to the sporting event at hand (and the spicy beverage in MY hand).
The girls and I love the World Cup. We have a countdown to it every four years. And thank goodness the time difference this year is such that we're not going to repeat the Sleepless Summer of '02.
There's something special about soccer. Maybe it's the way it unites the world. Like the Olympics, Round Two. Maybe it's the
We could learn a thing or two from the Europeans. Like, NBA finals should be played at 11am. On a Tuesday.
I spent a lot of time pondering why soccer is so awesome this morning. And finally sometime around my third bloody mary, Miss Conquest reached over and smacked me upside the head. "Stop nattering to yourself, Famine. People are looking at you funny, and it's not because of your scythe. The players are why we watch soccer. They're hot."
I'm not quite as shallow as Miss Conquest. I like the intense competition. The sportsmanship. The fact that soccer most likely evolved from a sport where players kicked a human head around a field. (All who think they should bring back that tradition, say Ay! I'm writing a letter to FIFA.)
But she has a point. Example: Miss War's favorite team? France. Why? Yoann Gourcuff.
Bordeaux is now officially War's favorite wine AND team.
We all know Miss Conquest is a pure blooded American Girl, so she has no trouble at all cheering for the USofA and its captain, Carlos Bocanegra.
The REAL Captain America
And Miss Death's favorite player?
According to her, the fact that Becks is sidelined with an injury just means he gets to dress better than everybody else.
We're now in the midst of the Uruguay/France game, which is off to a much slower start than --
WHAT?! Miss Death just ran into the pub with the most amazing news:
"BP can't get more tankers to even BEGIN dealing with the oil spill until JULY now! They've got the Apocalypse COVERED. Let's take a vacation!!!"
And we're off!!
See ya later, readers! The girls and I are headed to South Africa!!!
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