The 2006 World Cup is a major disappointment. The referees are fucking over all of the good teams. It's sad when a team loses fairly, but it's much worse when they lose because of a bad call. Harry Kewell didn't even play because he had gout in his foot.
Medina, go back to Mexico. You fucked over my favorite team. Australia, 2010. I'm campaigning. But now that Australia's out, I'm rooting for Portugal. Cristiano Ronaldo is even better looking than Harry Kewell.
Anyways. The World Cup makes me miss soccer so much. But then I remember that, though I'm a halfway decent player when I put in the effort, I don't have a future in soccer. I love it, but I hate the politics. And it is entirely politics.
So instead, I sit on my couch and live through my favorite teams. It works out pretty well.
Church camp in two weeks. That's a crazy thought.
I'll write deeper stuff when the world cup is over and I have room in my brain for emotions as opposed to statistics.
Vacation in three. Not as crazy as a thought, but crazy nonetheless.
theneonlight at 12:41 am