Quick Soccer Mention

Its really weird for me to say or write soccer, because in my head, its "fussball." And to call the tourny the "World Cup" instead of the Weltmeistershaft (or WM). Anyways...

Wednesday was a big day. The US played and I got pissed off. GB played at the same time and Germany decided that game was more important, so they didn't show the US on tv. They'd cut to snippets of it, showing all the times we almost scored. And the score (0-0) was shown constantly beneath the GB game's, but I was mad. England's game was boring and after staring at a 0-0 score for 90 minutes, I had no freaking hope for us. None whatsoever. GB (which is Great Brittan, by the way) had only 2 minutes of play after the game (I've totally forgotten the English word for that, but its Nachspielzeit in German) and the US had like 4. So, after the real end of the GB match, it went to the US match. Suddenly we had scored a goal. I was like, "What? When?" Basically I freaked out and started screaming in English. This was OK because I was home alone. But holy shit, thank you Mr. Donovan, as we all know by now.

The German game that evening was OK. We ended up at the neighbor's house, which was also OK. I still resent it a little, because no one told me, till after I'd changed into my pj pants. So I had to change out of them which was annoying. But the neighbors are really nice and fans of Pearl S Buck. Melanie dressed up in all her Germany fan regalia. And everyone freaked out during the game. Maybe I was too tired at this point to freak out, or I just had more confidence then them that we would win. But I was very calm during the game. Everyone keeps encouraging me to blow on the vuvusela (sp?) but I keep declining. Mostly because they're annoying and the one the Reinls have has been on about five different mouths by now. I don't think I have the same antibodies as these people (as opposed to my family), so I'm just trying to be healthy.

Thursday Astrid and Brodo came over for the game. This was after Italy lost and everyone was happy. The highlight of this game was Brodo saying to every player (on the TV) who got hurt, "Get him a skirt, the Italian." But I was very tired and almost fell asleep on the couch. And I was reprimanded for not eating an ice cream. Well, I'll tell you, the last time I ate a store bought bar, I felt bloated for two days. Not fun. And they don't even taste anything near a dove bar or a drumstick.

Today the US plays and Astrid and Brodo are coming over for dinner again. Later I have to make the dough for my chocolate chip cookies. I'm wondering when I"ll have time. The main downside to people coming over, is that I can't wear my pj's and I feel weird excusing myself to go and take out my contacts. But oh well. I'll live.