World Cup fever!

Like, what is that all about?

Otherwise sane people book a month of holiday time and refi the house so they can go to Brazil for a month to be accosted by pickpockets and prostitutes.

Oh, and watch some soccer games... or "football" as the fans like to style it.

The aficionados refer to it as "the beautiful game".

I refer to it as a beautiful opportunity for a nap. Most matches you can safely snooze out for an hour when the score is 0-0, and odds are when you wake up an hour later the score will be 0-0. You obviously missed nothing.

Compared to watching a soccer game, a Sunday afternoon watching the NASCAR boys negotiate 2000 left turns at Bristol is a veritable aneurysm of sporting excitement. At least at Bristol there is always the possibility that something might happen.

As I write this I have an eye on the Rangers-Kings game. The Rangers just tied it up. There is more excitement in any ten minutes of an NHL playoff game than there is going to be in the next two weeks in Brazil.

And how about that NBA final! Talk about sporting excitement! The NBA makes the NHL look like soccer! Who could ever image the Heat down 3-1? And seeing 200 points scored in a game is routine... that would take twenty years of dedicated viewership to see in professional "football".

Rangers just went up a goal... sorry, I gotta sign off and give that game my full attention...

If I was watching soccer, I'd be lying down for a nap.

Kings vs. Devils; what's to cheer for?

I have to go for the personal connection every time.

Junior went to high school with Drew Doughty down in Guelph.

I'm sure they were never actually classmates because Junior pretty much set the record for skipping classes, a record I set back in the '70's, so even if he and Drew were in the same class Junior would never know about it.

Truth be told, I think Junior eclipsed my truancy records at the GCVI.

But I come at this question from another angle.

I gotta cheer for the old guy.

Whenever Mark Martin enters a NASCAR race he's the only guy on my radar.

Whenever a 40 year old or more pitcher gets a start or a close in the bigs, that's the side I'm rooting for.

And when a 40 year old goalie makes it into the Stanley Cup finals, it goes without saying...

Go Devils!