Looking On the Bright Side

[sadlikeknives]

Somehow I've found myself hooked on the World Cup. Mainly, I cannot tell a lie, for the hot guys. I know very little, but I know which ones I hope take their shirts off. Pity it's winter in South Africa. I'm cheering for New Zealand because they have dudes on their team with day jobs, so I figure they need all the help they can get. And because the idea of explaining to your boss that you need time off to go play in the World Cup cracks me up. I am easily amused. And hope is alive for them, so my cheering seems to be working!

I've been surprised by the amount of bloodshed, but hey, it keeps things interesting. And the French kept me amused for several days with their bitchy diva antics. To the other fifteen teams being eliminated this round, I say, hey, guys, you can go home with your heads held high, even if you never won a game or got royally trounced a la North Korea, because you have a reassuring consolation prize: you are not France!

Comments

[auroura76.livejournal.com]

Here's my attitude about soccer: Come for the hot guys, stay for the sport. I manage to forget how hot they are until World Cup rolls around every four years, but maybe I'll remember for longer this time.

I just read about the New Zealand team having day jobs! How does that even work? I mean, everyone who's competing had to make it through the qualifying rounds, right? Pretty impressive.

[vampychick.livejournal.com]

I already had some vague awareness of the hotness of Thierry Henry for some reason, but I was oblivious to pretty much everyone else. That changed very quickly.

I know, right? Like, some of them play international soccer one day, then put on a suit and go to the office the next. Crazy. At the end of the Italy game, they kept showing their respective world rankings (which were something like fifth and eighty-ninth) like some kind of visual representation of, "We have no idea how this tie is happening."