Wereldkampioenschap voetbal
Just finished watching the final. My mom complained that it was boring, but I was half-asleep and busy doing Sudoku (my whole Dutch family is SO INTO Sudoku — we all sit around and work them together, it’s crazy), so I didn’t really notice.
I didn’t have much emotional investment in this particular game, so I split my loyalties. I will always root for any team Fabien Barthez plays on, because I *love* him, for no good reason*. In the just-for-fun pool we set up before the game, though, I put my money on Italy 2 - 0. So much for that.
Ok, ik ga naar bed. No video tonight, either—I finally have a comfortable bed in my own quiet room, and I’m going to go sleep in it, gosh darn it! We’re taking a day off tomorrow to sit around the house, eat, relax, do laundry, work sudoku puzzles, etc., so I hope to get plenty of work done then. Doei!**
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* I remember seeing him in the 1998 World Cup and thinking he was just fantastic. I still have a French magazine cover with his picture that I tore off and kept.
** This is perhaps my favorite Dutch word ever. It’s pronounced somewhere between “doo-ee” and “doi” (that cutesy mid-90’s version of “duh”). When large groups of Nederlanders part ways, everyone is hollering “Doei!” at each other, sometimes drawing out the vowel sounds for effect, and the result is hilarious (to an English-speaker, at least). My brother and I used to absolutely crack up every time we got to the car after leaving someone’s house.