Everyone I work with seems to have caught World Cup fever. They’re discussing soccer as if it’s a sport.
If soccer’s a sport, so is trying to shtup my wife. They’re both relatively pointless, exhausting exercises that put the ball in the net so infrequently that it’s more fun to just walk around in the uniform and play solo.
I’ll be farkacht if I watch a minute of this meshugga game on tv.