However, I am getting more and more excited about the World Cup. Not because I, like most Americans, care very much, but because the excitement, love, and enthusiasm of the fans from the other countries is so addicting.
I had to leave 30 minutes into the Mexico-Iran game for my kickball game. When I got to the field we turned on the boom box to the game (in Spanish because there was no radio broadcast in English, that we could find anyway) knowing that if we heard "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL!" Mexico had scored. Between my mad Spanish skilz and that announcer's famous elongated word, we pretty much had the game figured out.
Although I wish my kickball game had gone as well for us as the soccer game had gone for Mexico. We lost 6-2 to the best team in the league. I wouldn't say that's too bad. Our defense and enthusiasm were amazing. Now we have to work on our kicking skills.
The Big Red Ballers had a special guest this past Sunday too! Yup, that's right Super Rookie himself decided to grace the sidelines. However, he forgot to bring the camera!
This is my badass kickball team. I'm looking pretty mean in the front. Can you find our mascot Terry?
The rest of the weekend was spent in gluttony eating out and otherwise Tim's company. We also went to a party hosted by fellow Ballers that ended up being a ton of fun.
2 more days until we board the Megabus and head home. Can't wait.