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Bold as a wild straberry!
[2009-02-01] @ [2:45 p.m.]
Superbowl Sunday!
Normally, I don't watch football. Well, the NFL I don't watch that often. I don't even have a team. I love this sport, which is called football everywhere else in the world, except here where it is known as soccer. Newcastle drew to Sunderland this morning, 1-1. I'll settle for that, but reloading my bookmark to see the final score is torture.
As long as Newcastle Utd. stays out of the relegation zone, I'm a happy camper. But despite all the transfers and trouble news I read through my bookmarks about trouble the club is having, I cringe just thinking about a game. And the funny thing is, three year ago I detested sports.
Until I worked in a pizzeria one summer with Moroccan cooks and the World Cup always on. I though, hey, I better brush up on this to have something to talk about around the water cooler. I picked Italy (Forza Azzurri!) before they even played their first game, because I got some Italian in the heritage. Hell, my last name is Italian. And guess who won in 2006? Gli Azzurri on freaking penalty kicks. I remember walking into work, wearing a hat my mom had gotten me to keep the hair out of my face (and the food). The hat was blue and said 'Italia' on the front. I remember going up to customers, asking how they were that evening, and when they asked in return how I was, I remember grinning ear to ear replying, "Fantastic. Italy just won the World Cup."
Never before had I been so happy about a sports team winning. I played rec softball for five years. I think I was good, but I would be upset if we lost and happy if we won. It was never life and death. I just played for fun and that was it.
I guess I lacked passion for the team and just enjoyed playing (so long as I got the ball).
But I love watching soccer, especially tracking Newcastle United and A.C. Milan. Transfers are like a soap opera, but real. Then when national teams play, it's like something else entirely.
But I digress.
Today is Superbowl Sunday. Steelers vs. Cardinals, Metal vs. Birds, Inanitmate object vs. animate objects. For real, word. Roommates and I are haivng people over to the small apartment. Hopefully it doesn't get too nosiey just because I don't fancy our neighbors downstairs hitting the walls below us. It's happened a few time before. Anyways, I've got my miniumal amount of cooking in. We can all clap and go hurray.
So, I need to finish cleaning the kitchen.
Till later, cheers.
P.S. I'm rooting for the Steelers just because of the fact my mom is from Pennsylvania.
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