Fly, Goddamn It, Fly!
Saturday, 12 June 2010 | 2:53 am
When I woke up this morning, I felt good. I told myself, "Nothing is going to piss this feeling out of me", because
- the obvious: it's Friday
- FIFA World Cup 2010 is here
but hey, who was I kidding? I'm talking about me here. It doesn't take much to put me in a foul mood, and something did piss the good feeling out of me over the course of the day. Several things, in fact, but due to the high possibility that I'd be seething (again) just typing them out, let's not get into it.
So! It's a draw for South Africa and Mexico. That Santos was on fire. Well, he was to me, anyway. The stadium was unbelievably noisy. I hated those bee-buzzing sound those horns were making but hey, that's the atmosphere. So deal.
Was it just me or was there a Brazil flag flying in the seats? I swear I saw it. I told Dad and he was like, "Maybe they thought it's Brazil playing" because when I was watching the match, I had to remind myself that this isn't Brazil, this isn't Brazil, because of the colours on the jersey of South Africa.
Then he came up with a more reasonable probability: "They're taking a dig in..." and the sentence never got finished, but I got the gist of it.
A revelation some time during the match: Dad hates team England. Well, better them than Spain. Funny how we sort of bond over a game on TV.
When it was all over, said and done, I was sad.
I want to go to South Africa.
Preferably on June 16.
Thanks to Dad, I'm now watching Uruguay playing against France in my bedroom. Par-tay! It's the second half now, 55th minute and still nil. Obviously, I'm not paying much attention since I'm typing this up but from what I've seen, Uruguay's goalie can fly.
Whoosh!