Yep, I repent. I love the World Cup.
It's so exciting! When Ghana scored their first goal, I almost wept. And even though the vuvuzelas have me swotting at my ear every so often because I think there's a mosquito in it, I still insist the volume is turned up so I can hear every bit of commentary. It's so sad.
But when it came down to which team I was rooting for on Saturday, I had no doubts - USA, of course. John seemed shocked. "Why not?" I said. "It's my home country and of course I would want them to beat England ... however unlikely that is!" So when the score turned out to be a tie, I wasn't too upset.
John had his second shock of the week when I blurted out, "Why don't you have your friends over sometime this week to watch a game here? We've got the projector." He slowly regarded me from his place on the couch, as if I had grown two horns on my head. "Yes," he said tentatively. "That's a good idea ..." But I wasn't listening - I was too busy daydreaming about all the snacks and cakes I could make for this World Cup partay.
Bring it on.
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