This past weekend I was once again a soccer widow. MoBob has spent the past month or so organizing a soccer tournament which finally took place this past weekend at the international school. There were two teams affiliated with the school (parent teacher friends of the international school - an acronym which sounds suspiciously like PFFT!), a team of Dutch people (Holland à Laise), and a team from the UN ("the UN team"). The two school teams were called Eclair (no relation apparently to the pastry) and the Turtles, in honor of the school mascots (a pair of aged turtles regularly traumatized by students).
The Dutch team definitely won the "most spirited" award. They arrived in perfectly coordinated uniforms - bright orange jerseys and pristine white shorts, and their supporters wore matching orange outfits, including two small boys who wandered about the field. They also had several cheerleaders. With orange pom-poms. Cheering in Dutch. This was in marked contrast to me, as I only had one bilingual cheer (Way to go! or Allez, allez!) or the two tween girls who consistently yelled "you suck." The UN team won, beating the Turtles in several dramatic shoot-outs in the rain.
After it was all over I told M that if I ever got pregnant I hope that I don't go into labor at the same time as a soccer match. His response was a pained expression. I think he's hoping for a TV in the delivery room.
and you know what he'll be saying to you during labour... though aie! aie! doesn't sound as good as allez allez... or can he say vas y! vas y! I get confused about tricky verb forms. yes, i've decided he can say vas y! vas y!
can you imagine poor pregnant women at the moment all over the world dreading having to compete with the world cup? it's the only way I could get my son over this of the world for a visit - to help him get to the world cup as well. *sigh*
What really alarmed me was at the New Year when M asked me about the SuperBowl. What will happen when we are in the US and he has 3+ sports channels to choose from?
At least he accompanies me shopping without complaining and has *never* criticized my Imelda Marcos shoe obsession.
oh that is almost unbelievable! if he wasn't so into sport i'd have to ask if he wasn't secretly gay! hahahaha... i've never known a straight male to tolerate shopping, and shopping for women's things!
both my ex and H are a nightmare to go shopping with. both get that pained look on their faces like they're slowly dying. i can't bear it