fifa with fafa.
i admit, i am no football fan. i have enough knowledge on football to fill a small bowl of peanuts. get the ball into the goal to score, you can't use hands, blah blah blah--that's about it. today, however, my dad and i decided to be part of the 1 billion people in the world watching the championship on television.
so off to bellevue hotel we go at 1 a.m.: favoring no team, thinking we were still early enough to get seats (hello! the game is at 2! who would still be up?), and just about ready to wind down the weekend by watching a good game with a bunch of strangers.
as of the moment, france and italy are deadlocked, 1-1, and it's a bit past half of overtime. it's also half past 4 a.m., which is why i'm home now, waiting for my friend to text me the final score. early into the evening, my dad and i had already decided to finish the 90 minutes and leave if the teams go into overtime.
of course, things changed from when we actually walked
into the bar--i left rooting for france, and my dad left rooting for italy (although i had a hard time choosing teams because italy's blue uniform was so much nicer!). thanks to my dad's great college (benchwarming) experience, my knowledge of football has dramatically increased to fill a considerably large fruit basket! or a suitcase, even!!!
it doesn't really matter to me that we didn't finish the game. it doesn't really matter to me who wins. for 3 hours, i was amidst an unbelievably thick cloud of smoke, surrounded by a bunch of rowdy strangers who have abused the bar's drink-all-you-can promo... but that's okay--because my dad was beside me the whole time.
it's gonna be a great week :).
