ITALY VICTORIOUS!

I know I am crazy about soccer! Actually 'crazy' is just a mild term that can remotely describe my wild madness for the game. I have been rooting for Italy since Euro 2000 and ever since they lost to France during that year, I always had this dream of seeing Italy win against France. I know dreams don't come true blah blah... but this one DID! I was so thrilled to see Italy win, to see Fabio Cannavaro hold the cup! Man, and I am not even an Italian (ofcourse some women think I am, but that's a different story). Call me stupid but when it comes to soccer and when my favorite team is playing, I tend to get a little superstitous. The usual rules that I follow are:

1. 12 pack beer should be chilled a night before the game.
2. Wake up two hours before the game and don't take a shower (yes, I know you people may crinkle your noses but I don't care, it works for me)
3. Don't change the channel no matter how boring the commercials are.
4. Beer on my left side, TV remote on my right (It HAS to be in this order).

And some other rules not worth the mention.

Even though I followed all these rules, Italy tied the game against the US. So I decided to go without beer for the semi-final against Germany. I kept all my greed for beer bottled up and finally saw Italy win a dramatic game which literally came down to the last minute.

So, Italy was through to the Final. Now I was stuck between two sets of rules for superstition. With a brick on my heart I decided to get drunk before the half-time of the Final. The only reason I did that was I didn't want to see Italy lose to France AGAIN! I just couldn't have watched that happen. It would have probably been the biggest disaster in my life to strike again.

And then what do you know? It came down to penalty shoot-outs. I was so nervous, my hands were sweating! And even though I was pretty drunk by then my eyes were wide open anticipating Italy's victory. I was standing all through (another rule breach) and seeing the players take the kicks.

1. Pirlo - score!
2. Materazzi - score!
3. Da Rossi - score!
4. Del Peiro - score!
5. Grosso - World Cup!

I screamed at the top of my lungs and couldn't stop myself from jumping about. I was punching the air and screaming nonstop. The first to call was a friend from Pittsburgh, he wanted France to win and I could sense the disappointment in his tone but I couldn't help jubiliating! The next to call was a friend from Omaha and it was the first soccer game she was watching during this World Cup and she was happy for me! Next to call was a friend from the UK and she was happy to hear me scream too! I was jumping around and screaming all the while when I was on the phone. I called a few of my friends and we went to each and every gas station we could and I finally bought an Italian Flag. I was waving it all around the city!

Man, I'm still so excited about their victory! I have to cool down! I have this constant smile on my face and it makes me look stupid!

I...

I was tagged by EU to complete this.

I am thinking about that always-full trash can and wondering why it's not empty.

I want to sky dive in Mojave Desert, California.

I wish you were here.

I miss nothing! I know, I can't believe it myself.

I hear voices in my head telling me to act fast before it's too late.

I wonder if I'm ever going to change.

I regret being what I am and some things I have done in my life.

I am surprised I can never be morose for more than a day.

I dance when my pants are on fire.

I sing if it’ll save my life.

I cry with no hint of tears.

I am not always thinking of the next hurdle I might have to face.

I write so that a century later, people will know an intelligent species like me existed (ahem).

I confuse everyone I know. It'll take them a while to know who I actually am.

I need to meet someone who will laugh when I cry.

I should try starting a rock band. I can play the guitar. Anyone else interested?

I finish everything off that gets in my way. Muhahaha.

I tag everyone who reads this.

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