Borderline

[smokingboot]

OK,it's official. I need help.

See, I don't regard myself as a weepy woman not really, even during those most regular of feminine experiences...I get murderous, not fragile. I knew something was wrong last night when I was honestly feeling Renaldo's pain at being unable to continue the match; actually I should have been sorry for those poor Dutch players; the poor devils were hitting the deck every minute and a half - must have been one hell of a sniper somewhere in that crowd.

My undue sympathy came as a bit of a surprise to me, but not as bizarre as my sudden response to a video clip I saw just now. Anyone remember the song 'Starlight' by the Superman Lovers? The video tells the story of an animated rat and his potato headed friend who make a record. It bums out on their home world, but certain aliens love it and come to take Rat and Potatohead to a new cosmic home. Unfortunately the aliens are werry werry small and their spaceship is to scale, so they take Rat to a glorious jacuzzi in the sky and leave Potatohead behind. There is a point where Potatohead weeps and Rat's lips quiver...and suddenly tears were in my own eyes at the thought of poor abandoned Potatohead. It all seemed so unjust...

I couldn't watch it and came up here instead.

Yes it has been a stressful week, but this is out of control even for me. Empathy for plasticene is not a useful superpower. Anyone want some spare hormones?

Comments

[narcolepsy-slds.livejournal.com]

came here via metaquotes ...
I felt the same about the match - very strange, almost surreal, but I wasn't able to be as eloquent about it *g*

[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

it was so weird...I could feel myself getting cross with the ref, but I had no right to...the players were the ones cheating! By the time Figo gave that guy a glasgow kiss, I was desperate for him to get away with it -the Dutch players were driving me nuts!

Fantastic icon btw:-)

[narcolepsy-slds.livejournal.com]

thanks :)

well, I was rooting for the Netherlands to win because they played better, but there seemed to have been an invisible shield somewhere.
it was such a weird match, emotional and not tactical at all, I felt as if I was watching some boys play-fight, not caring about rules at all. The ref was right, but he should have done a better job at keeping the players at bay...
I am afraid the same could happen tonight when France plays Spain (or vice versa), too much at stake, too much history.

[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

It was hard on the ref, as he was just trying to maintain the rules but a swift and early yellow card for diving would have done the game no end of good. On seeing him penalise fouls hard, the Dutch players seem to have unanimously decided that acting like extras from Saving Private Ryan would get them further than kicking the ball. Then of course, Portugal rose to the bait and suddenly it was Jets and Sharks all over!

Didn't know there was history between these two teams though.

I will be missing the France vs Spain game tonight, boo hiss!