I imagine I probably start my day like most people.
For instance, today I woke up, made a pot of coffee, grabbed my vuvuzela, turned on the World Cup and started to blow.
If your anywhere near a TV at anytime during the day, then you've heard the incessant buzz those ever present South African horns make during all World Cup games.
Since learning the odd sound coming from my TV while watching World Cup soccer wasn't my flat screen on the fritz, I have come to enjoy this strange yet interesting sound.
I'm big on traditions.
This year, I just can't seem to get enough of the World Cup. To be honest, until this year, it is safe to say I have never watched an entire soccer/futbol game.
I have no idea what "offside" is, but I just keep watching.
I love it when the ref quickly snaps the yellow card out of his pocket and runs up to the offending player, sticking it in his face. It cracks me up.
It took me a few days to figure out that when two of the contestants accidentally bump into one another, the guy flailing around on the ground has not been tazzered. He's just acting.
I can't stop thinking how much fun those horns would be at, say, The Masters Golf tournament.
When Tiger is addressing his ball and all the little signs go up that say "Quiet Please", to have a symphony of vuvuzelas.....oh what fun!
A strange thing has happened at my house while watching this World Cup. I noticed my wife has seemed quite interested all of a sudden, in the game of soccer. This is odd because my wife isn't what you would call a big sports fan. So, to see her focused on soccer, the least popular of the sports here in the U.S., well, it was noticeable.
But then she said something that made it all make sense during a game Uruguay was playing.
She sat down next to me on the couch, watched the game for a few minutes, then asked, "What do they do, hold tryouts for the nicest looking soccer players to make the team?"
I then started watching the game differently, and I must agree, in the 4 games I've watched since she made that statement, I can't find one ugly soccer player anywhere in the world.
It's like a GQ Magazine in 3D.
What is it with this game?
It has music. (vuvuzelas)
It has acting. ( see the many tazzered players ) and it seriously has some really talented athletes running on the pitch.
Surprisingly, I just can't get enough.
Tomorrow morning I'll be there, vuvuzela in hand, blowing.