to queue in clogs–only at Euro 2008
Every two years something lovely happens—a major world soccer tournament. This year, of course, is Euro 2008 in Switzerland and Austria. Apparently there is a critical beer shortage in Berne. Now if the Weissbier taps out in Vienna, holy moly. Latch the doors and keep the kids away from the windows because these ladies are on their way:
Hungary didn’t qualify for the tournament this year. But there’s always hope. And there’s always FIFA 2010. Even though they haven’t qualified since I was six years old, I’m really looking forward to the qualifying match against Denmark in September. And as a Cleveland native, I’m well accustomed to crushing sporting disappointments, so I’ll fit in perfectly. I should probably learn how to say football in Hungarian before then.
