I miss the World Cup. I really miss it. I want to go back and do it over again and this time I will pay more attention to Germany and Spain and Stevie at the beginning. I will appreciate it more because I will know about the ache it will leave behind as I think of the fact that it will be four more years until the next one. I will know better
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I am currently posting from my cousins' house in North Carolina. Yes, we made it. My brother and I felt like throwing up for most of the drive down but we survived and despite hoarse voices from everyone, we are doing fine
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No Micha tomorrow! Or Philipp. Or Per. Or Jens. Or possibly even Tim. Thank heavens for Torsten and Miro and Poldi. And how awesome is it that Poldi won the award for best young player
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There is a picture of Michael Ballack in one of our local papers and he is crying. He is wiping away tears and it is making me cry too. I cannot take all of these pics of the boys crying and yet I am taking the time to add them to my memories. They played a hell of a game yesterday and deserved to win. I just can't believe that I am actually
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Tomorrow afternoon I will be planted in front of my television as I watch Germany whip the Italians. I will most likely scream like a lunatic during most of the match and when I'm not doing that I will be tensely chewing on my fingers/fingernails/watchbands/shirt/whatever. There will also be great anguish during which I yell random insulting
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