Forza Azuli

Here's my perspective of the 2006 World Cup final.

The game starts. France scores. Boo! A few minutes later Italy scores. Woo! Hey, this isn't so bad. Nothing happens for a while. Italy scores again. Somebody waves a flag, and the goal doesn't count. Daniel explains the rules of soccer in a deliberately meticulous manner. I still don't understand why the goal didn't count, and the score remains at 1-1. Nothing happens for a while. I comment that this might not be so bad if they could pick the ball up and throw it. Maybe a dodge-ball/soccer hybrid of some sort. This results in even more laborious explanations about the rules of soccer. Nothing happens for a while. Nothing continues to happen. I take a nap. The score is still 1-1. Can we watch baseball instead? Nothing happens. Overtime, and nothing continues to happen. I have a light snack, while nothing happens. Still 1-1. Is it over yet? Then comes the shoot-out. Italy scores, yay! Italy wins, yay! The party starts!

Having suffered through a terribly boring game, I felt that it was necessary to celebrate (if only for the fact that we won't have to go through this for another four years). So we headed out to 18th Avenue. This was an amazing party. They shut down about 10 blocks on the avenue. People were literally dancing in the streets. It was really fun and awesome. The honking and screaming and the fireworks lasted until about 2am. NY1 did a story, (and I'll flickr the pictures that I took later). Of course, this was really one of those "you had to be there" situations.