Today, I continued to watch the World Cup. Yes, I'm a football fan. Cheering and jumping like a raving lunatic and happier than Mickey Mouse at a May parade.
It's dismal to say the least that my country is no where near the qualifying mark. We lack eye-limb coordination and all other brain necessities required for sports. Though if we did ACTUALLY qualify, i.e. the team we were playing against all suddenly dropped off the planet, the President would immediately declare it a national holiday and party for one month, ensuring that all the players were invited and their exercise regime consisted solely of raising their rum glasses to their lips.
If the World Cup suddenly morphed into a drinking contest, then you'll be stumped. We'll beat you hands down and still walk out the door sober. We're unofficially qualifying for the mythical "Drunkards of the Millennia" Award with the Irish.
So my pick for 2010 World Cup is either Argentina or Brasil. It's definitely a South American thing for me.
Argentina because Messi and Higuian are great players. I love how Diego Maradona gives bear hugs to all his players. No doubt Barcelona will miss having Messi in their team but so much more for us, South Americans who need to come together and celebrate (not that there's a shortage of parties or reasons for them: it's Wednesday, Screw Work, My period is over).
Brasil because they've got Robhinho and Elano. Simply said.
So come July 11, I'll be here, like all the dysfunctional people, raving for Argentina or Brazil. VAMOS Argentina y Brasil!!!
