One Thing We Love About the World Cup: It’s like the sports-fan girl’s weekend in Vegas. It’s a month (which is the grand-scheme of sports seasons is super short) of hooking up with with sexy guys about whom you know their name, what their tattoos look like, and maybe one tidbit of interesting information (“so-and-so is a talented cook”, “that player is working to build a hospital in his hometown”, “Number 12 there has 25 or 26 siblings, depending on who in the family you ask”). What’s not to love?
One Thing We Hate About the World Cup: We’re hearing reports from all kinds of countries of schools and workplaces closing to let their pupils and employees stay home to watch the game. Come on, America! If we just cared more about soccer, we wouldn’t have to go to work on Friday! But nooOOoo. Because America is too snotty/stupid/willful to love soccer, we have to work all day and in the face of almost certain spoilage. Thanks a lot, America!
One More Thing We Love About the World Cup: Fabio Cannavaro is still smoking hot. Turns out you can go home again! And home? Is smoking hot.
UPDATE: We’re watching the Switzerland/Spain game on tivo delay, and people, the Swiss team has a guy named Hakan Yakin. Hakan Yakin. The World Cup is awesome.
