Is that the vuvuzela buzzing still in my ear, or is it the extra strong frozen strawberry margarootie that was served at today's cook-out/in? Where's the Tylenol?
I managed to pretty much miss the World Cup this past month as I was otherwise occupied. But this afternoon the final was on one of the largest HD television sets I've ever seen and I have to admit I was mesmerized. Or maybe it was Sergio Ramos's luxurious long locks, all in startling high definition, I'm not sure.
And then, alternately, I was bored out of my gourd. But I still watched. So congrats España and tough luck Netherlands. Someone's got to lose. Does this mean that soccer—sorry—futbol, will finally catch on in this country?