I watched Dare to Dream
, which is about the rise of US women's soccer and how a handful of awesome ladies made soccer and women's team sports relevant in America (even if that shine has certainly faded in the decade since their World Cup win against China). Not gonna lie - I was openly crying at certain parts. The team's first international championship, Mia Hamm finding solace after her brother's death from her teammates and the sport, and of course their amazing World Cup win in 1999. I actually started getting weepy when they drove up to Giants Stadium and realized that 90,000 people
had shown up to watch a women's soccer match. People actually gave a shit. TEARS. In any case, I think I'm going to make a certainly less popular companion piece to last summer's attempt to drum up WC interest with a primer on why you should care about the 2011 Women's World Cup.
I can't wait to enjoy the sure to be HIGHlarious comments from family, friends, and random passersby who see me watching women's soccer through a window about the pointlessness of soccer in general and, in particular, those uppity ladies who waste their time playing a sport that people in football-mad countries don't even care about. Although countries like England really might want to get behind their women's NT, as they have a much better chance than the men's team of ever winning a WC. I for one love the different landscape of the teams that are considered the top contenders in women's football as compared to men's. I mean, you've still got teams like Brazil and Germany up there, but you've also got the USA, Japan, even North Korea
of all women's teams. The European and South American teams don't have quite the strangehold on the sport as they do in men's competitions.
Anyway, we've had some terrible weather here and are expecting more tonight. No tornados so far, just 80mph winds and trees in houses and power outages. It's very anxiety-inducing, especially because my apartment building doesn't have a basement. :/
Also anxiety-inducing is the fact that I am approaching the Point of No Return in Order of the Phoenix
. I am literally going to have to physically force myself to finish this book. I just need to rip the bandaid off quickly rather than prolonging it, right? Then I get to the awesomeness of Neville and Luna and Tom Riddle's memories and epic battles and the Harry/Draco fanfic that is HBP. And Draco's epic woobieness. Ohhh, and the awesome bits of DH where it's just the Harry & Hermione Show of Greatness. Sorry, still not a Ron fan after more than a decade. And since cetacea
and I ripped out the epilogue and physically burned it
(in a fireplace!) in a fit of fangirl rage that will perhaps never be matched our entire lives, I can pretend it ends where it should have ended! Yay.