Men in shorts . . .
It's that time again.
Every four years we are treated to the best of the world's men in shorts playing in the World Cup. It began today with the match between Germany and Costa Rica in Munich, and I was right there watching.
I should, of course, have been finishing up my quarterly taxes, or doing the laundry before departing tomorrow, or at the very least working out the beginning of chapter three so Spence and Sadie can get on with things.
But I wasn't. A girl (even one my age) has to have her priorities, after all. And ever since I spent June and July in Europe in 1990, watching match after match and getting seriously hooked, I have stopped whatever I was doing -- as much as possible -- so I could watch. It's not like I slack the rest of the time. Just every four years I take a little hiatus from "real life" so I can watch men in shorts with incredible stamina (theirs, not mine, though mine -- for watching -- isn't bad either).
Time passes, though. I remember in 1990 that Jurgen Klinsmann was a young star for Germany. This year he's the coach. Not so long ago I remember Eric Wynalda playing for the USA. Now he's a commentator on ESPN2. But it's still fun to watch. At least I (and a few billion other people think so). My friend Linda thinks it's like watching paint dry. Oh, well. She can at least watch the paint dry in High Definition at her house. At mine I'm still watching on the little TV now perched atop the famous map cabinet. Doesn't matter. I'd watch it on my iPod, if I had one (even though the men in shorts would look more like ants in shorts). Do iPods have screens or am I thinking of something else? I'm sure someone will set me straight.
Anyway, it was a lovely way to spend the afternoon, even though I did finally finish the taxes, did use up the last of the rhubarb making something my 88 year old neighbor Elda called "rhubarb delight" -- which I will share the recipe for sometime.
But I still have to do the laundry and pack and go buy dog food so Micah doesn't starve while I'm gone.
Tomorrow England and Paraguay. David Beckham! My editor will -- for sure -- be watching. And so will I, though probably not solely to see Becks.
I am thinking of mentioning 'the beautiful game' to Spence. If he played this month, I would be tempted to pay much more attention to him. Come to think of it, I haven't seen him yet in shorts.
Every four years we are treated to the best of the world's men in shorts playing in the World Cup. It began today with the match between Germany and Costa Rica in Munich, and I was right there watching.
I should, of course, have been finishing up my quarterly taxes, or doing the laundry before departing tomorrow, or at the very least working out the beginning of chapter three so Spence and Sadie can get on with things.
But I wasn't. A girl (even one my age) has to have her priorities, after all. And ever since I spent June and July in Europe in 1990, watching match after match and getting seriously hooked, I have stopped whatever I was doing -- as much as possible -- so I could watch. It's not like I slack the rest of the time. Just every four years I take a little hiatus from "real life" so I can watch men in shorts with incredible stamina (theirs, not mine, though mine -- for watching -- isn't bad either).
Time passes, though. I remember in 1990 that Jurgen Klinsmann was a young star for Germany. This year he's the coach. Not so long ago I remember Eric Wynalda playing for the USA. Now he's a commentator on ESPN2. But it's still fun to watch. At least I (and a few billion other people think so). My friend Linda thinks it's like watching paint dry. Oh, well. She can at least watch the paint dry in High Definition at her house. At mine I'm still watching on the little TV now perched atop the famous map cabinet. Doesn't matter. I'd watch it on my iPod, if I had one (even though the men in shorts would look more like ants in shorts). Do iPods have screens or am I thinking of something else? I'm sure someone will set me straight.
Anyway, it was a lovely way to spend the afternoon, even though I did finally finish the taxes, did use up the last of the rhubarb making something my 88 year old neighbor Elda called "rhubarb delight" -- which I will share the recipe for sometime.
But I still have to do the laundry and pack and go buy dog food so Micah doesn't starve while I'm gone.
Tomorrow England and Paraguay. David Beckham! My editor will -- for sure -- be watching. And so will I, though probably not solely to see Becks.
I am thinking of mentioning 'the beautiful game' to Spence. If he played this month, I would be tempted to pay much more attention to him. Come to think of it, I haven't seen him yet in shorts.
posted by Anne McAllister at 3:30 PM
6 Comments:
That definitely sounds like fun! I've never really taken the time to sit down and watch a soccer match, but I do like the sport and I hope you have a lot of fun on your excape from "real life". And yes, it was iPod you were thinking...The new ones have video capabilities but old ones don't. Seems kind of silly to watch a movie on a 2 1/2" screen doesn't it? Things will keep getting smaller and smaller until somebody accidentally eats it or something...Then everything will be big hah..Speaking of which, that rhubarb delight looks pretty tasty..Anyway, enjoy your trip to Europe and have a safe flight.
Hi Caitlin
It's the wishful thinking part of me that will be in Europe. In fact I'm either going to be home or in Alabama (taking a course). But I will watch the matches that I can watch. And I'm getting up in time to watch England tomorrow. Will need to celebrate with (or commiserate with) my editor on Monday, depending on the outcome!
Anne
I'm in the watching paint dry camp over this. Men in shorts are one thing - men in shorts playing team games are quite another - YAWN! But then maybe a certain Sicilian will benefit.
Have a great trip and Vito and Emily say Hi to S&S
Kate
when i first looked at that photo, i thought your rhubarb dish was being cooked outside over a bed of coals. hahaha! i was thinking, god, i can't even summon enough energy to PICK my rhubarb, and anne's cooking hers outside!
:D
have fun in alabama!
Well, Vito will probably be watching the matches, Kate -- even if you and Emily are watching the paint dry! Good luck with them. I hope they are well on their way to a happy ending by the time I get back.
Anne, I didn't have to pick the rhubarb -- a friend picked it and gave it to me! Wish you were here to have a piece. Elda was quite the cook -- and all her recipes are good ones.
I expect to work HARD in Alabama. Spence and Sadie will probably be a rest compared to that.
Cheers!
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