I've said before that my husband totally lucked out when it came to marrying a woman who is into sports. For real. I am at least as big of an NFL fan as he is--maybe even bigger. I love myself some National Football League. I like baseball, basketball, and a large number of Olympic sports. I even found myself at a hockey game last year and, while I really had no clue what was going on, it sure was fun watching all the fights break out.
But, unfortunately for my poor husband, during the World Cup I turn into a total cliche wife. I don't ask him to turn it off because he doesn't make me turn off football when the third three hour game of a Sunday begins. But I just don't understand why anyone would waste an afternoon watching a ball sail back and forth 8,000,000 times. But right now I'm watching the United States play England. (I'm fairly certain those are the teams and it pains me that I am so clueless because I don't like being a regular wife. I thrive on my sports knowledge which, where soccer is concerned, is tremendously lacking.) Troy had to run to the hardware store so I'm keeping tabs on the game. A commercial just came on and the narrator said, "All over the world, soccer is almost a religion." And I made a face that somewhat resembled the faces I make when I'm throwing up.
Soccer is boring. It's back and forth, back and forth, back and forth and once, maybe twice, in a game someone scores. My dad used to say the same thing about swimming. "How can you go back and forth so many times and not go crazy?" He'd ask me. I guess the love of the sport is in the eye of the beholder. Don't get me wrong, I admire what those athletes can do. I think they are amazing. I'd die if I had to run two lengths of that field and they do it, well, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. OH MAN! THE TV JUST SAID FIFA WORLD CUP! And they said it, "Fee-fa" and here I've been pronouncing it in my head like, "F-eye-fa." This is so embarrassing.
Anyway. I'm trying to understand the rules. I'm trying not to loathe and despise it. My husband loves soccer. His whole family practically lives and breathes it. My kids will probably love it, play it, excel at it. And I will sit on the sideline screaming for someone to bloody score because the boredom will be killing me slowly.
So, go United States! If that is in fact you wearing the blue...