Memoirs of the Travelling Seavers

So, its currently 11 hours, 40 minutes, 20 seconds and counting. I emailed my professor earlier this week, and I wrote that I'd be struck down by a mysterious illness at 11am on Friday 9th and will need to recuperate in Nevins (great local pub) for a few hours, and do you know what he said? "Me too!"

:-D

Did I mention that he's European? So in a few short, but ever so long hours (apart from those spent sleeping) I'll be walking down to the Nevins with Luis and a couple other lab members in time for the first whistle.

I was reading the news today: Djibril Cisse broke his leg. Man, I feel for the guy, that must be the most heart-breaking thing ever. To be ready to appear in the first major tournament of your life, and THE biggest sports tournament in the world (the viewing for the final puts the Super Bowl to shame), and in the last warm-up friendly game before it starts, a leg breaks. I dont know whether he was screaming from the pain, or screaming for his loss. It probably was the former. He's not the only one, here and there, players are having to drop out of their respective squads because of serious injuries and it must be unbelievably sad to not go after all.

Football after all, is the beautiful game, and in a way, its beautiful because it shared by many, and transcends much. Kids in the streets of cities like Mexico City, Sao Paulo, London, Rome, Yokohoma and countless others just dream of moments like this, and some of these kids do indeed get so close to such moments. It's all the more cruel to be denied.

But while I wax lyrical about dreams, as I do have my own, I must admit there's a little demon inside me that thinks "oooh, the more injuries in the best teams, the more chance England has!" which is pure evil if you think about it. It doesn't have to be a career-ending injury, just a little back spasm in a team's star player as they are about to take on my cherished eleven. At the end of the day, as much as I love football, and enjoy the beauties of the game, I really, really, really want England to win. Oooh boy.

On a happier note, other than writing about my obsession with this sport (did I mention that I spent hours fiddling with my world cup fantasy team? Ballack had to be left out now that he's missing the first game, but who to replace him with?!?), I had a fantastic time tonight hanging out with a little gang of friends from church. We're blessed to have a local that serves $4 margaritas on thursday night. Ask Nadia what she learned in sign language, that is, if she hasn't signed them to you yet! Whatever you do, don't ask Andrew what he just learned! :-)

posted by SamErika @ 12:27 AM