This has been shaping up to be an interesting summer. I kicked it off with an intense comic book obsession as I finally decided to start working my way through Neil Gaiman's Sandman series. I also played an unhealthy amount of Super Mario Galaxy during that time.
Now, I've been living and breathing football/soccer because of the World Cup. I actually got up at an absurd time so that I could be in SF by 7 to watch the US-Algeria game. That kind of crazy.
It's led to some interesting patterns for me. I'm pretty sure that I've spent more money on World Cup-related expenditures than music, for one. In fact, I am so not on top of my music hipsterness. It's ridiculous. I haven't even listened to the new Blitzen Trapper album. Been meaning to get that, actually.
Another interesting development: I'm the one talking about sports at work. Usually, during sports conversations I'm the one smiling awkwardly in the corner while everyone else talks about basketball or football or whatever. Right now, I'm considered the soccer fanatic. It's a weird change of pace for me.
It kind of makes me want to go back and read Nick Hornby's Fever Pitch. I wasn't obsessed with soccer back when I read it. I read the book and compared his obsession with my music obsession. The themes were similar, but I think it might be worth a revisit. If I can find that book at all, that is.
Anyway, Thursday and this Saturday have led to a lot of sulking. Sulking that Lippi decided to play a team of old fail-tastic Juve players instead of the younger Italian players. Sulking that Uruguay beat South Korea (though, in their defense, Uruguay has been on fire this year). And, of course, sulking about US's loss to Ghana in a game that we probably could have won. Effectively, those three games knocked all of my nationalities out of the running. Italy didn't really disappoint me. I saw Italy's fail coming. Wasn't sure how far South Korea would make it. On the other hand, I did honestly think this would be the US's year this year. I thought it'd be the year that we'd go far and maybe increase US interest in the sport. I guess there's always 2014, right?
Donovan's still my hero, though. I've been trying to get tickets to see San Jose Earthquakes play LA Galaxy. If I do and Donovan's playing, I might have to change my team allegiance for the game.
Anyway, now I'm rooting for Germany. My fondness for the German national team goes back to that backpacking trip in 2008 during the Euro Cup. I hope the Argentina-Germany game this weekend is as amazing as it seems. Also excited about the Brazil-Netherland's match up. In the end, I think I want any team but Brazil to win this year. So over them winning.
All of this also reminds me that it's been four years since my summer in Florence. It's crazy. It doesn't seem like it's been that long, but so much has really changed. Or so I say. That summer, Chris and I were still licking off the wounds from that Ed debacle. Lost some friends to do that and, at that time at least, we thought we'd be losing more.
The thought of losing so many of the friends who I spent most of undergrad growing close to is what eventually pushed me into joining CalPIRG. I figured I'd throw energy into something new. I can't say I regret it. I made some great friends from those experiences. It help me focus on what I really wanted to do. Gave me a thirst for activism and "fighting the good fight." It made me go from being politically apathetic to actually paying attention to what was going on in the world. Granted, I've changed my focus and passions a little since my CalPIRG days, but it's the same general idea.
I regret how things ended between Chris and Ed. I don't think either of them are ever going to completely get over it. Sometimes, though, I really think it helped me. I don't think I would have gotten into law school if things had continued the way they did, where I did nothing but go to school and then watch stupid television shows with everyone until late at night. So maybe the Chris-Ed fallout wasn't entirely bad. It sparked a new flame in me that led to some of my most memorable undergraduate experiences.
Another interesting thought. One of the people who helped me through that whole Ed incident (in some respects at least) hates me and no longer speaks with me. Had I known that even two years ago, I might be sad about that, but life is a little less stressful with her out of my life.
So, this was a long incoherent and tl;dr (it's way past my bedtime). I guess where I was going is that I've already been planning out my viewing schedule of the 2014 World Cup. However, the difference between 2006 Alea and 2010 Alea makes me wonder what things will be like for me in 2014.