I find WC football is like watching paint dry. I'm used to yelling, moaning and groaning constantly while watching American football. Professional football that is. Today I was eating in my favorite Central American restaurant (the Mexican restaurant got a bit too loud for someone sponsoring people on IA and having a slew of yagyas and yagnas going on all at once). I looked at the massive bar. It was full of dark skinned guys, 3 of which had drinks. I looked at the medium screen before me. In front of it there were tables full of dark skinned guys, one of which was eating. I looked up at the screen and there were players with green uniforms and players with blue uniforms. Yee Haw! France (they are experts in football, no?) and Mexico. I sat transfixed during the half of the game, picking at my meatballs, one of the specials of the day. I found myself yelling every time Mexico kicked near the goal (and missed or the goalie caught the ball) and every time Mexico intercepted the ball, which was about every 20 meters. What an action filled game. Very exciting, if you're rooting for Mexico. After my meal I paid quickly and sat down with the Hispanic guys. I was moaning, yelling, screaming. They went wild when Mexico scored its second goal. I didn't understand why they didn't moan, yell or scream otherwise. I felt out of place but it seemed like the Hispanics where honored for a gringo in dress clothes to be so excited for Mexico. Perhaps it's cultural, perhaps they are used to watching paint try. Lord knows I've seen my fill of Mexican and Central American professional football. How very boring.
-- "America always chooses to do the right thing -- after it's tried everything else"-- Winston Churchill
