I don’t think I’m an especially good relaxer. I like being near the ocean but find it unappealing and nearly impossible just to relax on the beach. many people find the idea of doing nothing completely appealing. I find it horrible. I need something to read, something to write, something to DO.
It’s another day off in the World Cup, and I’m glad the off days are almost over. Tomorrow the semifinals start, and amen to that. I know you all await my inevitably wrong predictions, so I’ll make it simple:
Uruguay 0-3 Netherlands — Is this a prediction borne of resentment of Uruguay cheating their way to the final four of global football? Sure it is. Do I actually believe that God, karma, or fate punishes malfeasance? No. I do not. But the Dutch also happen to be better than the Uruguayans, especially when La Celeste will be missing Luis Suarez, the cheatingest of all the cheaters. I hope the Uruguyans also suffer festering sores.
Germany 3-1 Spain — I’ve learned my lesson about predicting against Germany, even if what sounds like the awesomest nickname of all time, Die Mannschaft, actually just means “The Team.” Do I prefer Spain’s style of play? You bet. Do I even remotely trust my heart as a predictive mechanism? Not a chance.
Should you run to your local bookmaker and vote the complete opposite of everything I have written here? I think we both know the answer to that.
