World Cup Finals - 2nd Half

I came home early to watch the World Cup finals with my husband. In the 18 years I've known him, this is the first time we've really shared an interest in a sport. I'm the one who passionately engages in watching sports. He humors me, laughs when I cry at the 1980 Olympic victory, and generally acts as if I am some kind of deformed puppy.

But here we are, both obsessed with World Cup soccer - and watching as much as we can together - even if that means AIMing during work while we're both on conference calls and half-watching and listening to a match.

We're on a delay here in the Bloody Mary house but we're watching together, on a media-free quarantine while we watch. I shut the back door of the house in case our ESPN neighbor runs outside shreiling ESPANA or ORANGEEEE!!!!

So at the half, here's where we are:

• Kennebunkport IPA is sold at Trader Joe's for $5.99/six-pack and it is very tasty.
• I am disgusted by the Dutch. This is saying a lot. I am a Bruins fan, after all, who adores Jay Miller and anyone else willing to come off the bench just to check someone. But this is over the top stuff. At least the first half was.
  
• Clearly, I'm rooting for Espana now.
  
• I bigpuffyheart love David Villa.
  

52:45
We're watching ESPN coverage, and although I love the enthusiasm of Univision, I don't speak Spanish so it's hard to catch the exact story. Now I am enjoying mostly understanding the commentary - specifically the British dude, whoever he is.

68:29
I find it very challenging to type and watch at the same time at home. It's asking for a back issue to be sitting sideways on the couch typing at a 30 degree angle and watching at 45.

69:01
OOOOOOOHhhhhhhh! Even ChowderDad is shouting.

72:53:
Ewwww. I hate the Dutch. Dirty gross. I am getting twitchy, nudgey, whiny. Need more beer.

74:25
I just pulled the old "While you're up" scam to ChowderDad who was sitting comfortably. Muchas gracias. Ahhhhh.

76:17
I am going to throw something at the TV.

76:49
Oh sweet Jayses.

78:20
Looks like a hockey game might break out now.

80:55
More screaming.

82:40
Eyes covered...muffled screaming. Jayses.

85:11
On the Eve of July 12, I just have to say. I really hate orange. Poor ChowderBoy. I may never allow it in the house again in July.

88:02
Just drew blood on my knuckle.

92:42
Tick tock.

EXTRA TIME