My Little Italy World Cup

Unless you have been living under a rock, you should have seen some pictures like this of the celebrating going on in Italy after they beat the French in the World Cup. Here I was thinking we were outta season for Sweetpotato's sporting obsession and here this soccer stuff comes and blindsides me for an entire month! My God, I can't hardly find the little ball with those folks running around on the screen and I spend most of my time wondering what they must be able to eat after sprinting up and down a football field for and hour and a half!

Anyway, like I said, Sweetpotato has been glued to this series for going on a month so I figured the least I could do was accompany him to the viewing of the final game... mainly because he suggested watching at a restaurant in Little Italy. Now you have not seen crazy fans until you've seen Italian folk cheering their homeland. They were screaming and crying and painting their faces and jumping all over the place in front of the television, which was just fine by me cause I was quite occupied with my pasta and wasn't about to let Sweetpotato tip it over during some emotional outburst over a penalty kick. And speaking of emotional, y'all know my honey is an Irish potato so y'all can imagine my surprise when all of a sudden he's screaming "whattadafucka" like a native guido. It was really quite disturbing but of course with sauce still left on my plate I just couldn't be bothered with him.

After the game the streets were packed like I've never seen. You'd a thought UNC beat Duke, if no one in North Carolina showered. Now look here, I do not believe there is any instance when a man should wear a tank top, but especially when you do not wear deodorant you MUST wear sleeves! I tell you it stunk so badly on Mulberry Street I might have fainted dead away was I not preoccupied making sure my Italian Ice didn't melt all over my dress.

But praise the Lord ladies, the World Cup happens only every 4 years, so I have a respite for a bit...or so I thought. Just yesterday I happened to see an email in Sweetpotato's inbox, subject: Fantasy Football Draft. NOOOOOOOOO!!!