Jul 12th, 2010
No doubt after yesterday’s World Cup win against The Netherlands, the people of Spain spent the past approximately 36 hours celebrating. OK, I’m not going to lie. I was secretly hoping they’d win too. Nothing against The Netherlands because they had a ferociously good run. But there’s something delicious about a first time win, aside from the large amounts of paella and Rioja that I imagine were being tossed into happy mouths all night and all morning in Spain. What is better for a country’s pride and unity? For one, making sure those bee-buzzing vuvuzelas never manage to make it out of South Africa and become an invasive species in tourist shops across the universe. Besides that? Nothing.
Today the Spain national team was welcomed home with open arms, swirling national flags, and a very excited Rafael Nadal in their locker room (although the latter took place in South Africa immediately following their win). Now that’s my idea of a present.
What’s even better about Spain winning is that it was predicted by a psychic octopus days beforehand. Actually, every win in the World Cup tournament was correctly chosen by said octopus, who has become a household name in every bar, pub, aquarium and fish tank from here to the Cape of Good Hope. I knew these eight-legged mollusks were extremely smart, but now apparently they are also clairvoyant. Frankly, I’d like to give him a crystal ball and ask him about my Aunt Charlene’s love life and THEN we can talk about his levels of psychic ability.
Getting back to Spain and everyone who is probably exhausted there right now. I’d be in the same boat. But it has to feel good. My only potential equivalent feeling of overall goodness and satisfaction would be like that awesome kind of day at Disney World when you were young where mom and dad bought you caramel apples and cotton candy for lunch to see you hopped up on sugar, where you could hug plump, friendly, mute Mickey Mouse characters for hours and could force dad on the tea cups and twirl it until you (or he) almost puked. Now that is a happy day. And for all of you Spain fans out there, show your pride with a Spain t-shirt, Spain-inspired tote bags, and take a siesta. You deserve it after the past four weeks of excitement. And Viva Espana for the next four years!