Kickball, the prequel

Guy at the 7-Eleven counter ahead of me: "Why are so many people in line buying stuff? Is there some big game on?"
7-Eleven cashier named Gus: "Maybe the World Cup?"

Guy: "Did you hear Mexico beat the crap out of Iran this morning?"
Cashier: "Yup, we watched it here. I think it was 3-1 Mexico."

So that's a crap kicking? Wasn't that the score of one of the Dodgers' wins over the Rockies over the weekend?

I don't pretend to be a kickball expert. Neither do these three -- Pamela Diaz, Alena Seredova and Raica Oliveria (whoever they are). No, I'm not a World Freakin' Cup connoisseur. I can't even spell the word connisseur without looking it up on spellcheck. I can't spell about 13,000 words without spellcheck, but that's beside the point. I only know there's an overbearing website for the thing that, you don't feel like going to, at least look at the home page above. What language do you want to know of a nil-nil outcome?
I know the U.S. plays its first game Monday morning. I'll try to be awake for it and do a running commentary. But don't hold me to it. The day's already full of errands and other distractions. I'll try to show how you, too, can fit in a sporting event of world-wide proportions into your busy day.



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