It is 5:30 in the morning, and I am suffering from World Cup withdrawal symptoms. It's the feeling I get after I pass the stay-up-insanely-late threshold. The eyes are aching a little, but the brain(okay, maybe not quite) and the body just keeps going, and I play a little sci-fi game with myself where I am a programmed robot who knows no fatigue.
Maybe living in Singapore and her warped time-zone has conditioned me, but soccer doesn't really count for soccer unless I have stayed up 3 hours past my usual bedtime to catch it. So World Cup 2002, being held in Japan and all, was weird for me. Since WHEN do you watch soccer matches after lunch at 3pm?
Whatever the case, soccer is still the only world sport, as far as I'm concerned. No other sport delivers as much heart-pounding action, as much drama, and as much beauty as soccer does. My Uncle says chess, but I don't believe him. Soccer, especially when countries play against each other, is a beautiful game. Everything melts away, save for the field, the players, the ball, and ultimately,
the goal. Who cares about what war you're fighting where, who cares about how big your trade deficit is, and who cares about who's running against whom for President. Shut up and we'll play some soccer.
But today, I am not watching soccer. Today, I have something more exhilarating to do. Today, I write a formal report about the Electrical Properties of Materials. Can anyone say "GOAL!!!!!!!!!!!!"?
I have 6 hours left before my weighted-sixty-percent report is due, and I'm not anywhere near being finished. I ought to slap myself for spending 15 minutes typing this out.
