Fast Times

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the world cup is a wonderful time i find to unleash outright, blatant, in-your-face xenophobia. it comes round every four years and all bets are off. you can be the most tolerant being on the planet. accepting. respectful of different cultures. but damn it, this is the WORLD CUP. and the nips have no business playing. the koreans can go back to eating kimchee. the KRAUTS well don't even get me started on the second world war. the BRITS, may the HAND OF GOD STRIKE YOU DOWN AGAIN. the ITALIANS, PLEEEEEEEEEEASE you overpaid whimpy pasta-chomping mamma's boys.

phew. not sure where all that came from. bottom line is that the world cup brings out the patriot in all of us and the verbal hooligan in me. even those that don't give a damn about football. suddenly we are all crying in front of a national anthem. getting teary-eyed seeing a flag. remembering the malvinas. well, every four years for a couple of weeks, i turn unfathomably into something that froths at the mouth then, i just go back to being well, me. dribbling.

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