How to deal with World Cup fever...
I’ve never been a big fan of soccer. In fact, I think I spent the better part of my life laughing and belittling those who claim they suffer from ‘football fever’. For me, it’s always been that clichéd argument – it’s stupid to watch 22 grown men chasing after a puny ball – that is, until I met the ‘Greatest Soccer Fan’ personified.
Ask him the name of any player from any country and 8/10 times he can rattle off a bunch of stats, name you the team the player’s from, quote you a list of headlines and probably even tell you the exact price of that player’s jersey on E-bay. Yes, the GSF eats, breathes and lives for soccer.
How does GSF’s girlfriend deal with a chronic case of ‘World Cup-is-on-I-can’t-be-too-bothered-with-you-fever’? Simple. She hangs around the GSF, rubs herself against him, eats off his plate and soon enough, she’s got the fever too!
So, if you don’t see any new posts til after the World Cup, you’ll know where I am – in front of the TV, sitting at the edge of my couch, screaming my lungs out at a lousy call and sharing midnight snacks and high fives with the GSF!
Ask him the name of any player from any country and 8/10 times he can rattle off a bunch of stats, name you the team the player’s from, quote you a list of headlines and probably even tell you the exact price of that player’s jersey on E-bay. Yes, the GSF eats, breathes and lives for soccer.
How does GSF’s girlfriend deal with a chronic case of ‘World Cup-is-on-I-can’t-be-too-bothered-with-you-fever’? Simple. She hangs around the GSF, rubs herself against him, eats off his plate and soon enough, she’s got the fever too!
So, if you don’t see any new posts til after the World Cup, you’ll know where I am – in front of the TV, sitting at the edge of my couch, screaming my lungs out at a lousy call and sharing midnight snacks and high fives with the GSF!
posted by ... @ 4:17 AM
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