Seven Up

I sat down to do my morning hour of Polish exercises, but somehow I can't quite settle down my mind. Too much football coverage. And somewhere in there Dennis and Catriona are still celebrating Germany's incredible 7-1 triumph over Brazil.

How did that song go, back in 2006? Vier-und-fünfzig....



My theory has always been that the textbook accuracy and solidarity of the DFB can beat any ordinary workaday team but is no match for creative brilliance as displayed by Italy at its best or, er, Brazil, for example...

Update: Yes, I know. I haven't mentioned German football here in years. It's because I married a non-football person, and watching football with a non-football person made me so irrationally angry, I realized I'd have to give up watching it. I wish the same could be said for all the post-match wife-beaters out there, and meanwhile I am only mentioning this to point out that when and if you marry, you really do have to give up hobbies that create friction between you and spouse. Spouse before football--unless football is your core value, in which case you had better marry another football fan, preferably one who supports the same teams.

Update 2 (over an hour later): Still fatally distracted. "Mit dem Herz in der Hand und der Leidershaft im Bein, werden wir Weltmeister sein!" I expect a very rude email from Polish Pretend Son soon. Well, what can I do? You can't change your team after you pick it. It's football law, and I picked mine in 2006. "Wir haben nicht die höchste Spielkultur. Sind nicht gerade filigran..." Woot, woot!