Suction Cups, Tea Cups, Dixie Cups, C-Cups

My older girls used to play soccer. They played in an all girls league for years. Finally, they were of an age where they were the matrons on the squad and decided they'd had enough. While each had their own particular strong points to bring to the team, neither had a professional future in the game. My youngest has had no interest in pursuing it at all. Perhaps, if they wore tutus and played music WHILE the soccer was in play...but, other than that, no.

All of that is to say that I've had some minor soccer background. Being a soccer mom counts, right? But the World Cup is not my cup of tea. (Hey, I watched the Super Bowl. I've met my sports quota for the year.)

Everywhere I look this morning, it is becoming clearer and clearer that I am alone here. The poli-blogs here and here, and here all have a little something to share, but even self-proclaimed "non-watcher of sports" Mike Norton has a little something to share. Can the apocalypse be far behind?

There's a test to see if you'd win the World Cup (though it seems like something more...), a World Cup Death Watch and even sex and religion get their turn on the field.

When my own kids were running up and down the field, I didn't get it. I thought it was great that they were getting the exercise and meeting some kids their own ages, but if it hadn't been my kids out there, I'd have had no interest in soccer whatsoever. World Cup, or not, I feel as indifferent about this soccer as I did that soccer.

I'm sure it's a matter of my own personal taste shortcomings, as there are significant numbers who would, most assuredly, find my choices here to be flawed. I have no difficulty appreciating the work that these athletes have put into preparing for this competition, don't get me wrong. It's just that I find creative and intellectual pursuits to be, for me anyway, more of an attention grabber.

Sure, there are some hotties, but even the “old” guys are like ten years younger than me. That just makes me sad.

Still, it's better than turning on the tv and seeing that no charges will be brought against Karl Rove. I guess that's something, huh? Though it's no sphygmomanometer, is it, Nate?