World Cup Football Live!

Why do sports fans so often consider themselves free from the constraints of polite society during the time surrounding their sport-of-choice?  

Put more succinctly, why are World Cup Soccer/Football fans such assholes?

On what fucking planet is it okay for fifteen fucking guys to get beered up and scream at their overly-loud television at four o’fucking clock in the fucking morning on a fucking Thursday?

I know it’s getting warm…yesterday was the first official day of summer (though this is Southern California, and summer actually started in March), so the air at 4 am down here on the coast is a scorching 62 degrees, which obviously means you have to, have to have your doors and windows open at all times, and most especially when you have more than a dozen sweaty, loud-mouthed, drunk-assed frat boys crammed into one small apartment living room to watch the game and cheer loud enough that your team can hear you all the way in Germany.

The respectful thing to do at that hour would be to close the doors and windows so that you don’t wake up the whole neighborhood and keep them awake for the remaining two-and-a-half hours before their alarms complete the job.  The resulting buildup of heat in your living room might be a tad uncomfortable, might make it hard to keep the beer cold, but also might create the same conditions the Lakota seek to create in their traditional sweat lodge.  You might suddenly achieve a level of awareness beyond yourselves.  

While I’m thinking about it, why are there no women there?  Not that there’s anything wrong with that.  I’m just saying, is all.

Okay, I’m going to wrap this up and get to work, but I’d like to finish with two choice words for all you World Cup fanatic assholes out there: TiVo.