"In general, I have a hard time watching soccer matches in which my children aren't playing. They go on for all eternity and end with scores like 1-0; the one goal invariably scored when I turn my head away for a second!"
My menfolk, Germany fans all, were beyond ecstatic about the win. There was some yelling and dancing involved. Honestly, I could have cared less who won. Back in the day, I participated in several college football pools, in which I ostensibly made my picks based on whose uniforms I liked better, much to the disgust of the hardcore guys making up the rest of the pool. I won more often than not, primarily because my picks were actually based on the Vegas lines (!!), but it was fun to watch the aftermath. In that spirit, I informed the gentlemen that I would be cheering for Germany as well but purely because their players were better looking. Also in that spirit, I got a hell of a kick out of NOLA's daily post, in which she informed her readers that she was cheering for Argentina because she likes Pope Francis more than Pope Benedict!
To each his or her own, my friends. Happy Sunday.