Most of the time I could care less about soccer. But every four years I’m glued to my seat watching the World Cup.
The first World Cup I remember watching was the 1986 event in Mexico. When the Cup was held in the States in 1994, I was freaking out because one of my mom’s friends managed to get tickets of the Argentina/Greece game at Foxboro Stadium. He couldn’t go, so he gave me the tickets. But I had just turned sixteen and didn’t yet have a car, and my douche bag of an Uncle wouldn’t give me a ride to Foxboro. Arrgh.
Anywho, every World Cup is different, and Every tournament gives us something new to see. And while the 2014 tournament in Brazil is only a couple of days old, bu I’ve already learned a few things:
The officiating is gonna be awful.
Best goal of the tournament may have already happened.
Spain are what we thought they were. They’re what we thought they were. That’s why we took the damn field. Now if you want to crown them, then crown their ass! But they are who we thought they were! And we let ’em off the hook!
Jennifer Lopez can’t sing live or even lip synch.
Brazil has some beautiful women, and many of them are in the stands.