So, there I was, in Europe for the last three weeks.
And pretty much from the moment we got there, the Euro 2004 football tournament was underway.
Now, in the states, I can’t be bothered with soccer. It goes too slow, and I don’t know anything about the teams, the players, the rivalries, the matchups.
But, because I have a surfeit of testosterone, or that pesky Y chromosome, or something, I couldn’t help but follow the tournament. This was definitely influenced by the fact that *everywhere we went*, the populace was caught up in the excitement. So now I know what a rivalry the Dutch have with the Germans. How exciting it was for Portugal to beat Spain. The drama of the Scandinavian tie and the Italian’s complaints. I’m actually enjoying that England was thwarted in the quarterfinals.
My best experience was watching the Netherlands – Latvia game at a bar in A’dam, with a crowd decked out in orange, and witnessing not just the Netherlands winning (which was relatively anti-climactic, since Latvia stunk up the place), but also Germany losing — which meant Holland could move on to the quarterfinals. People went apeshit.
See? I’m all caught up in it. And now I can’t watch it anymore, because it’s only available on expensive pay channels, and I wouldn’t know where to go to see it, and so I get my fix by reading the website. And tomorrow, Holland plays Sweden. Maybe I’ll find a Scandinavian bar somewhere to watch it.
Pity the poor male.