I'm UBER, and I mean FUCKING UBER psyched about FIFA WORLD CUP 2006. I, like many others, fall prey to the retailers' gimmicks, helping them to make a quick buck million out of this sports event. I've been reading up on lineups, tactics, countries and reports. It's like studying all over again, I'm excited already. But of course, what is soccer without the late stayovers at friends', or beers at a pub, or yelling in joy or frustration so loud that even the birds start to tremble. I love soccer. The gorgeous men just happen to be part of the package =)
