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Wednesday, June 19, 2002

World Cup Fever

By MICHAEL BOYLAN
mboylan@TheCitizenNews.com

If you are like me, and if you are a frequent reader of this column it is clear that most people are not, you are still wiping that crud out of your eyes after watching the U.S. soccer team defeat Mexico in the World Cup.

Who would have thought that waking up at 2:15 in the morning would be an ideal time to watch a soccer game? I have watched all of the United States games in the World Cup and have woken up without an alarm for both of their games played at 2:30 in the morning. I'm getting good at expressing my outrage silently. It's like watching Marcel Marceau try to tell someone to get out of the way from an oncoming truck.

Thankfully, the U.S.'s next game is at 7:25 a.m. Friday. I can sleep like a normal human being and enjoy the game with a heaping bowl of Cocoa Puffs. Here's the rub, though; the U.S.'s opponent is Germany and my wife is still technically a citizen of that country. Most of the time this is no problem at all, but on Friday this will be like I married a Gator fan, or worse, a Yankee fan.

I tend to be a very vocal fan with any sport I watch. In fact, I'm sure the pitcher for the Orioles heard me tell him to "get on with it" at a recent game I attended in Baltimore. I think they heard me down at the Inner Harbor. I feel that I have paid my money and it is my right to vocalize my pleasure or displeasure, though this doesn't explain why I still choose to yell at the television. Sabine frequently reminds me that they can't hear me. This is especially true when games are being played in Korea or Japan.

I'm sure I'll be letting my hoots, hollers and expletive-laden tirades fly on Friday morning. Hopefully, she will have to go to work early and will miss most of it. The less she hears me sound like a nationalistic Ralph Kramden, the better.

If the U.S. scores first, then I'll probably be able to hold my tongue for the majority of the match, barring horrible calls from the idiotic referees and cheap penalties from the opponents. If the Germans score first though, I'll be slamming everything from their...ummm,... their...

Oh, who am I kidding? I can't slam Germany. I don't want them to win, but I love that country. Their food is excellent, their public transportation can't be beat and then there's the beer. Wonderful, tasty, and so much variety. Though it will be 7:30 in the morning, I will wish that I had some Konigsbacher and a bratwurst while I'm watching the game.

I must think of things to slam Germany on. Ooh, I know, at the grocery stores over there you have to put a coin in to unlock the carts. That is so crazy. Coin-operated grocery cart pushers. Another thing that drove me nuts over there is that their McDonald's don't serve hotcakes during breakfast. No-hotcake-eating weirdos.

Oh well. I want the U.S. to win but I can root for Germany on most other occassions. In fact, four years from now Sabine and I will be touring the German countryside during the next World Cup.

But until then (and even then): USA, USA, USA!!!!!!


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