World Cup '06
I got to finally watch some of the World Cup games this weekend - I caught the Ghana/Czech Republic game live, which was awesome, and the USA/Italy in replay, because my TiVo hates me and recorded one of my husband's woodworking programs instead. I'd watched a few other games here and there, in recorded snatches between work and babywrangling, but these I got to watch entire. And if I'd chosen two games to watch thus far, these might have been the ones anyway. Underdogs are so awesome when they are in plucky mode.
My daycare provider had just been telling me about how her grandson cried after he scored an own goal, so I was glad to be able to tell her, "Look! Even the pros do it!" - though her grandson surely knows this by now, as he was in Italy with his grandpa during the match. Zaccardo might want to think about engaging some extra security when he heads home, though; own goals are dangerous things. I know it was only that stroke of luck for the US that evened the score, but I was proud of us; we showed well against a tough team. If our shooting accuracy were just a touch better, we'd have won.
The pregame coverage included some old footage of Italy's World Cup win in 1982. Sadly, my only thought upon seeing it was, "Hey, I hope they bring back the short shorts again, because wow, look at that." Um. It is possible that I am both shallow and prurient and therefore not fit to be a true fan of the Beautiful Game. Still, I mean, you want topander to reach the female viewers, I have a few suggestions...
God, I love this game. I should start following MLS - I didn't for years, because we didn't have cable TV, but now we do, and there is no excuse, though we recently lost our local team to Houston, wah. I played for...eleven seasons, from bunchball under-six in the local youth soccer league to the first year of high school on the budding women's team. I always sucked, this I do not deny - but I played for the love of it, which explains how I can still root for my national team with total fervor despite a realistic assessment of our chances. But hey, we've got a fighting chance next year, in China. I forsee a lot of lost sleep for that one, as I try to watch the games live despite a 15-hour time difference.
And now, let me share with you the most pathetic thing I have ever done because of World Cup soccer. Um, remember the Mastercard commercial that ran during the 1998 Men's World Cup in France? People with painted faces, weird liturgical/dance music playing? I can't describe it, but I watched it enough times that I got the song stuck in my head. And I emailed Mastercard and asked them what song it was. It's from an eponymous album by a vaguely Gothic British group named Era, and the song's name is "Ameno". And, er ... here it is. If you want it. Because I went out and bought the album.
World Cup 2006 blogs I am reading: Tony Karon's Osama, Screaming At The TV and DF in Deutschland: World Cup '06. Any good ones I'm missing?
My daycare provider had just been telling me about how her grandson cried after he scored an own goal, so I was glad to be able to tell her, "Look! Even the pros do it!" - though her grandson surely knows this by now, as he was in Italy with his grandpa during the match. Zaccardo might want to think about engaging some extra security when he heads home, though; own goals are dangerous things. I know it was only that stroke of luck for the US that evened the score, but I was proud of us; we showed well against a tough team. If our shooting accuracy were just a touch better, we'd have won.
The pregame coverage included some old footage of Italy's World Cup win in 1982. Sadly, my only thought upon seeing it was, "Hey, I hope they bring back the short shorts again, because wow, look at that." Um. It is possible that I am both shallow and prurient and therefore not fit to be a true fan of the Beautiful Game. Still, I mean, you want to
God, I love this game. I should start following MLS - I didn't for years, because we didn't have cable TV, but now we do, and there is no excuse, though we recently lost our local team to Houston, wah. I played for...eleven seasons, from bunchball under-six in the local youth soccer league to the first year of high school on the budding women's team. I always sucked, this I do not deny - but I played for the love of it, which explains how I can still root for my national team with total fervor despite a realistic assessment of our chances. But hey, we've got a fighting chance next year, in China. I forsee a lot of lost sleep for that one, as I try to watch the games live despite a 15-hour time difference.
And now, let me share with you the most pathetic thing I have ever done because of World Cup soccer. Um, remember the Mastercard commercial that ran during the 1998 Men's World Cup in France? People with painted faces, weird liturgical/dance music playing? I can't describe it, but I watched it enough times that I got the song stuck in my head. And I emailed Mastercard and asked them what song it was. It's from an eponymous album by a vaguely Gothic British group named Era, and the song's name is "Ameno". And, er ... here it is. If you want it. Because I went out and bought the album.
World Cup 2006 blogs I am reading: Tony Karon's Osama, Screaming At The TV and DF in Deutschland: World Cup '06. Any good ones I'm missing?
posted by The Stute Fish at 09:46
3 Comments:
Funny girl. Chris was very excited that the house we rented on the coast this weekend had cable. The Ghana game was a shocker.
Wait, you haven't gotten the key to your neighbor's house yet? Wish you lived down here/we lived up there, because you could so come watch with us.
I hope the Squid plays soccer. Wait, I am his parent! i can enroll him in the youth leagues! He WILL play soccer! MUAHAHAHAHA!
Although, you know, I promise not to be one of Those Parents. He can run away from the ball and score goals against his own team if he wants to, I don't give a rat's ass. I referreed for a year, too, and Those Parents are the bane of a good game.
I own a cassette copy of Era. Got it when I was in Moldova because of the song Ameno.
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