On the Ball Again

Toni Braxton sang the 2006 world cup song, and Shakira is singing this time around. Which one do you prefer? Ricky Martin, even though Shakira probably has a better posterior. That was my answer.

Friday morning, I reach office at the usual unearthly hour of 6:00 AM. Around 8:30, I am told that in honour of the world cup starting, we will be doing football segments on our channel through the day, one of which would involve the anchor walking around the newsfloor, asking us random questions to do with football. So they gave me a German jersey and asked me what they did.

Got my hands (and feet too) on the Jabulani ball. The anchor didn't want us putting our dirty feet on it because she has to carry the ball in her hands often while doing the football segments. But of course, its a football, its got to be played with. Shame that there are so many computers in the office though, they greatly restricted our playing area.

Saw bits of the opening ceremony and then the first match at some supposedly fancy place called Blue Frog. Still don't know why it should be so bizarrely expensive, but I ain't complaining since it was all free for the TV 'crew', a fact I sadly learnt as we were about to leave. As per our crew duties, I smoked a spliff and had a few beers, took a piss, and left the moment the match was over. Couldn't stand the pretentious sorts talking about absolute fuck-all in most atrociously affected accents.

So long then. A month of footballing goodness. The world, with all its daily bullshit, seems easier to take.