In case you haven’t noticed, it’s World Cup Soccer time. I know this because my husband has played soccer since he was born. I think he still has his stinky shin guards and cleats from when he was captain of the soccer team in college. So it’s his DUTY to watch as many World Cup games as possible. (It only comes around every four years, so whatev, knock yourself out, hon.)
During this World Cup, everyone has been talking about the vuvuzelas and how they are almost as annoying as the game of soccer.