You know, as a nice compromise. I should probably patent it?
So the second match of the soccer World Cup was played today. Netherlands versus Spain. And we stomped. Not that I watched, but there was a lot of screaming on five separate occasions, with only one loud “aww” in there somewhere. 5-1, absolute wreckage. And hey, that’s cool. They sort of had it coming, after beating us in the finals last time. Only fair we get out shot at revenge, right? Who am I kidding, I don’t really give a shit, I thought the collective grump last WC was hilarious.
What isn’t hilarious though, is the shit people reduce themselves to when the team they’re rooting for wins. Sure, a little celebration is fine, but driving around the neighborhood, honking your car’s horn for ten minutes straight is taking it a little too far. (No, I am not exaggerating.) Hearing loud screams of excitement a couple times is fun, but setting off fireworks is downright illegal.
Eh, I’m not as mad as I just made it sound, but it is kind of ridiculous, and something I never really understood. Do I get the urge to celebrate when something fantastic happens? Yes. But you won’t see me going out on the streets armed with a pair of air horns only to return five minutes later with a sore throat.
But maybe that just ain’t my thing?