The World Cup That Was
by Angie V. Garcia on July 17, 2010
Growing up in a country filled with soccer-crazed spectators, it wasn’t difficult to jump in the World Cup bandwagon. In fact, it seemed like you were the outcast if you didn’t watch it. Jam-packed audiences in front of the TV (miniscule or flat screen, it doesn’t matter), a wide range of limited edition World Cup products (from donuts to cigarettes) and face-painted individuals celebrating in the streets ‘til the wee hours of the morning. It was such a lively spirit where anyone can be a part of, with no requirements whatsoever necessary.
The World Cup is a fusion of culture diversity and adrenaline-pumping sports action. There’s nothing like watching a game with good company – the whirlwind of rowdy cheering with the occasional bursts of jeers and blood pressure levels rising.
You don’t even need to be a sports hooligan to enjoy the World Cup. I don’t know much about the mechanics, but I still get a kick out of watching a thrilling match. In spite of what most people would think, it’s not only about the eye candy but for the raw, unified love of the game.
Even though Brazil didn’t win this year, the memories for this year’s World Cup remain unforgettable. From the times when I cursed endlessly at my laptop for choppy live streaming to fanatical nights in Cantina with nachos and beer; it left me the pure satisfaction of glory along with a borderline case of laryngitis.
And who could forget Paul, the headline-grabbing octopus oracle that angered Germans so much to send death threats (in the form of recipes, of course)?
Witnessing the World Cup during the wild days of college? Done, and done. So long, FIFA World Cup 2010. Indeed it has been a roller coaster ride.
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