Looking On the Bright Side
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!
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!