Kicking the ball ...
Yay! Italy won the World Cup! Bring out the beer... bring out the cheer... bring out the uhm... oh well, what matters is I won the bet this time! Okay, so I'm not a football fan and I doubt I'll ever will be. So far I've only watched a match or two during this World Cup season and I did learn a thing or two - football is like Desperate Housewives. There's the money-minded Gabrielle Solis as the team coach, three-foot Susan Mayer the fumbler who misses the goal too often, drama queen Edit Britt who strutts, screams, kick ass and grimaces for the cameras, shouting queen (explicits and gesture showing) Lynette Scavo, and the holier than thou Bree Van De Kamp who pauses to give thanks to God when a goal is scored. All the kicking in the groin, crying and then rolling on the grass ala a Bollywood movie - for one ball. And men label us women as bitchy? Hmmm...
p/s I have nothing against football, I just couldn't help being satirical about it hehehe...