I have tried.
Really.
It seemed the human thing to do and I was a little curious, too. A good friend is a huge fan.
I have tried to watch the World Cup.
It was even slightly exciting when the African countries advanced.
The players are handsome, with a variety of interesting hair dos and their athleticism is undeniable as they run up and down the many, many, many times over the course of the game, and expertly use their feet like tennis rakets and their heads like...tennis rakets to move the ball around. They way they throw themselves dramatically to the ground when they are "fouled" and pretend to be injured is amusing and silly.
The fact that it's taking place in South Africa and is a boon to an economy that sorely needs it isn't lost on me.
The mania of fans from around the world is intriguing and impressive.
The commentary is imaginative, and it has to be because watching the games is
BLOODY BORING!
No wonder they get so excited when they score! Something actually happened other than the blowing of those annoying horns. (Sounds like geese mating.) They run up the field. They kick the ball. They "head" the ball. They get close to the goal and the goalie flings his body in front of the ball. A German dude with a head like a bowling ball grabs his giant shin, flings his head back in a grimace of pain as an Argentinian player, wearing a head band to hold back his great mane of hair, falls over him. The referee holds up a yellow card. The crowd groans through their vuvuzela engorged lips. Bowling ball head is instantly cured. Blah Blah.
I don't get it. Obviously. It's not like the crude ballet of basketball, or the gladiator-like slyness of football. And it certainly not the the lovely mixture of strength, ballet, and wit that is tennis. And I don't think it's because it seems so hard to score. That happens in football all the time.
I don't get curling, either.
