World Cup Fever

I don't know what it is about me and not keeping up with the times, but people have been SCORING GOALS around me while I'm just an observer in the game. I look on amusedly; I cheer; I get mad, but I just *don't* play those games.

Of course I'm not talking about *the* World Cup here. These are the games people play. Games I am privy to. Games I don't allow myself to get suckered into.

Ok, so maybe, out on the field, I guard my goal a little bit too defensively. Talk isn't cheap. It's priceless. And if I can't get into a verbal tussle with the other player, sorry, game's off.

Yesterday, over an innocent snack of crepes and tea, I cackled with some girl friends as naughty stories, comments and sidecracks were tossed like a soccer ball in a German stadium. This morning, another friend just told me he had scored another goal. I am leading such a prudish, prudish existence next to them. And am I complaining? No, I'm not. I'm not praying for the salvation of their souls either. The ball is in their court and they're old enough to know what to do with it.

In the meantime, I'm holding on to my red card and sitting this game out.