"I broke my vuvuzela..."
The FIFA World Cup draws to a close this week. Probably for a lot of you readers in the US, this world football championship never even started, but in the rest of the World, every 4 years there's a sort of "Super Bowl" fever (for US readers) of soccer (again, for US readers) that lasts about a month. The initial 32 countries are whittled down to 16, then 8, then 4, then... Well, we're at the 4-country stage right now.
This year the Cup action is in South Africa and I figure the unofficial mascot is the vuvuzela. I've heard various explanations for the cultural origin of the long, trumpet-like, unmusical instrument. The noise is irritating and has given headaches (literally and figuratively) to broadcasters.
As multinational as our church is, there are no "survivors" among us...the US, England, Portugal, and yes, even Brazil, have packed their bags and gone home. I guess there's still Bro. Roy, who's half-Dutch through his father's side...is he a half-survivor (at least until Holland plays tomorrow night)?
England and the US were already out...Portugal and Brazil still in...when I spoke a week ago on 1 Cor 9, where Paul says that all the athletes run in the stadium, but only one wins the crown. And even then, it is a corruptible crown. When the last team is left standing, what will they have truly won? We have a double incentive to run: 1) every believer can win the crown...no one has to lose; 2)it is an eternal crown, a prize that will never tarnish or fade away.
Out of all the weeks of quotes, boasts and complaints, one quotation stands out.
Following the US team's qualification on a last-second goal (acually scored in injury time after the regulation time had ended), a US fan explained how emotional he had gotten:
"I broke my vuvuzela when we scored the goal. I busted it on my head."
With so many of the favorite teams eliminated by now, I imagine a lot of others feel like doing the same thing out of disappointment, and broadcasters and viewers around the world would not be terribly sad if everybody else broke their vuvuzelas, too.
This year the Cup action is in South Africa and I figure the unofficial mascot is the vuvuzela. I've heard various explanations for the cultural origin of the long, trumpet-like, unmusical instrument. The noise is irritating and has given headaches (literally and figuratively) to broadcasters.
As multinational as our church is, there are no "survivors" among us...the US, England, Portugal, and yes, even Brazil, have packed their bags and gone home. I guess there's still Bro. Roy, who's half-Dutch through his father's side...is he a half-survivor (at least until Holland plays tomorrow night)?
England and the US were already out...Portugal and Brazil still in...when I spoke a week ago on 1 Cor 9, where Paul says that all the athletes run in the stadium, but only one wins the crown. And even then, it is a corruptible crown. When the last team is left standing, what will they have truly won? We have a double incentive to run: 1) every believer can win the crown...no one has to lose; 2)it is an eternal crown, a prize that will never tarnish or fade away.
Out of all the weeks of quotes, boasts and complaints, one quotation stands out.
Following the US team's qualification on a last-second goal (acually scored in injury time after the regulation time had ended), a US fan explained how emotional he had gotten:
"I broke my vuvuzela when we scored the goal. I busted it on my head."
With so many of the favorite teams eliminated by now, I imagine a lot of others feel like doing the same thing out of disappointment, and broadcasters and viewers around the world would not be terribly sad if everybody else broke their vuvuzelas, too.
posted by EP | 5:32 PM | Permalink
1 Comments:
It seems to me that there is a monument, I believe on your island, commemorating the date and location of the first "futebol" game played on Portuguese soil. A mark of the mania of the sport in Portugal that there is a monument to its first game played, which I believe was played by British sailors who had put in there. And the rest is history!
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