Go Team

The World Cup is going on and I haven't watched one single game. I love watching soccer and the World Cup is the most fun, especially when you see it someplace public. Like a pub. At 7:00am. It's great!

But I have no television and my schedule has not allowed for me to steal away to a bar or the SF Civic Center Plaza or any of the other nifty, cool places that broadcast the games.

Poo.

But it's not that big of a deal. I mean, it's just a game.

Alright, some folks would not believe I just wrote that. Just a game?! What?!

But this is stuff I don't understand. Why do we, as a species, get so into watching sports and following our "teams"? We care and react as though we are the ones playing the game. But we are just watching. What does this, in the end, have to do with us?

Yay! The players who represent me won! It's just as if I won. Right? How?

Whatever. I resolve to never be able to fully understand this. Why do I get excited when the USA does well in Soccer? Well, for one thing, it's not a sport that we really emphasis here in the United States. I mean, geez. The game is called Football everywhere else in the world. We already have a game called Football that we obsess over. That game is sooooo boring to me.

But Soccer is fun and fast and exciting and full of really good-looking, athletically built players. The truth is Soccer players are more attractive then American Football players. Yes. There. I said it.

I was at my chiropractor's office this morning and he loves sports. Part of his practice is sports medicine which actually makes him a really terrific chiropractor. He has framed copies of the front pages of the San Francisco Chronicle for every year that the Forty-Niners have won the Superbowl.

Why? Pride in the team, I suppose. But what do the games have to do with us? We aren't the players or the families of the players or the team owners. We've got nothing to do with it. But we cheer, we root, root, root for the home team. Maybe that is important, makes a difference, makes us part of it all. I dunno.

Oh well, whatever. I hope that I get to see a World Cup game eventually. But I do have a life, that's always gotta come first in the end.

Open Apology to My "Team" of the Day:

Dear US Soccer -

I am sorry I missed your fantastic win against Algeria this morning. Congratulations on advancing to Stage 2. I wish I was going to be able to watch the game this Saturday (really, I mean that) but I will be cheering for you in spirit. Please, please, please make it to the quarter finals. I promise I'll do whatever it takes to see you play.

xoxo Kitty