Channel in the living room. But it would not be practical when the kids come along since they would have to choose which room they would prefer to be in with; the more educational channel with their father or with an out-of-control and rowdy mother in another room, who would occasionally be screaming out instructions to players on the TV; who would smile alone and give high fives to the wall when her favorite team scores? That obviously would not be a healthy choice.
So I decided to live with the minimum; to rekindle my affair with soccer only during the World Cup seasons. So far for the previous World Cup series, I've survived sneaking downstairs in the wee hours of the morning to watch the live telecasts. While the atmosphere is not as conducive as I would like it to be, I cannot complain much. Whispered excitements with clenched fists and murmured curses are all I could unleash in the darkness of the living room as I watched my team battling it on the screen.
I have to be vigilant with my reactions as well as I've noticed my husband giving me one kind of look on several occasions. It gives me the creep to think that he might try to capture my moments of excitement or disappointment on hidden cameras. I do not want to see myself posted on YouTube; in my pajamas, punching the air excitedly and staring around gleefully to an empty room, hoping to see some familiar faces to share the excitement with or fidgeting nervously, waiting for the tensed moments to pass. No, I won't be proud even if that video gets one million hits. I would not find it funny for him to encroach on me in the midst of my excitement and show it to the entire world. No way. But that will not deter me from my love for the sport for long. Just wait for me 2010 FIFA World Cup South Africa. I will be there in front of the TV, alone, again.
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