Footballistically Craptastic...

This post was written in the bog and under severe pressure. Not the kind of pressure brought on by my irregular bowel movements, the consequence of dodgy garage pie, but constant requests to update the blog. So if it’s crap, well... 

So the WC has come and gone, and by now, the flags and other paraphernalia are down, bar the one or two mirror socks that haven't been diefed. I must be honest and say I hardly enjoyed this WC, bar the opening game and the Germany/Argentina game here in CT.

First of all, from a football fan’s point of view, it was a horrible WC. I didn't see too much of USA ’94, but enough of it to know it was terrible. Teams were negative, scared of losing, and the tournament suffered as a result. 2010, footballistically, was on par. I can count the number of memorable games and moments off the top of my head.

Then there's FIFA. I’m not going to go into how they raped and pillaged the country of billions, and even bullying Madiba out of bed, in his state, to watch what was an awful closing ceremony (the opening was no better) and sit through a final which summed up the tournament. Downright awful.

I don't have that feel-good feeling everyone is walking around with because we hosted a superb showcase. Unlike everyone else, I knew we would pull it off. I'm proud to say I never had an inkling of a doubt we would do it. Hosting international sporting events is what we do. We even managed to host the IPL on a month's notice. The feel-good factor wore off ages ago for me. No other country has hosted the rugby, cricket and football World Cups, and we did it despite the rest of the world (bar Sepp), who must still be chewing on that humble pie (he’s rolling around on a bed of $100 bills).

The dance show creeps closer, and my last guesstimation has me doing five (5!) dances. Just going over them in my head gets the flutterbyes fluttering away in my belly. JC keeps breaking her ankles and knees, and if she's involved in another "accident", I'm ruling out clumsy/accident prone and labeling her "a danger to her own self", or downright suicidal. If I was being blunt. If she breaks down, we are fubar. And because karma is such a bitch, the joint will be as packed as jeans on a fat ass. 

Don't know if I can bear to watch those 22 nobodies posing as Boks tomorrow, but I'm damn excited to see the Aussie backline in action. Nonetheless, GO BOKKE!!!