The Fallout

I've had a full day to digest everything and to be honest it's not all that bad. Sure Holland lost but I've convinced myself that it was fair result. I watched down at the local pub here in Waihi with about 20 people and all of them supported Holland except for one guy with a Spain shirt on (and I had invited him.) Oh well. I had a feeling that things weren't going to go well about the 60th minute so I was able to reconcile everything from that moment on. After the game I was definitely bummed out but I went home and got the kids dressed up and took them out for a walk around the pit here in town. They have a way sorting out for you what is really important (e.g. does fog smell?,what's a gingerbread man made from? can I drive a dumptruck when I get bigger?) you know the important stuff. The only thing that I could come away with after the game is the potential damage to Dutch Football's reputation. I've always met heaps of people who supported their own team and then Holland because of the style of play and their history. That they are always good and still almost always underdogs put them in a good position to build a loyal foreign fanbase. I defended Van Marwijk's style because it was getting the results and at the end of the day that's what is about but as this tournament went on I heard more and more comments about how dirty they were (not normally heard) and how Robben liked to fall over too easy (also not what they are usually known for but everyone does it too.) With the way the final played out with the fouls, yellow cards and cynical play and I think a lot of people will remember that.
Later in the day we went to visit our friends Nikki and Martin where we were going to a dinner party later on in the evening. I wasn't really up to it but I like Nikki and Martin and their friends where we were going to for the party but I really thought it could go either way. I could be really snarky and sarcastic as I tend to be sometimes or I could forget about the football and be my normal charming self. We had a great night with great food and good grown-up conversation and I don't think I insulted anyone which was a good thing. We only found out this morning that when we came in that one of the ladies who we hadn't met prior mistook Martin and I for a "couple". Sure, we came in together and sat next to each other at the dinner table (coincidence, but I prefer sit next to someone I don't know anyways a it's a better chance for conversation) and both of us looked absolutely stunning(I had my Brokeback Mountain shirt on,maybe that was a mistake looking back.) but other than that I don't where she would have got that idea. But, anyways, I thought it was hilarious but I'm not sure Martin was so amused and I'm not sure what Keri Ann nor Nikki thought. I have pretended to be gay twice in my life and I don't recommend it for the faint of heart. The first time was with my mate Jim at a country bar("U caint wear un hat less it's un cowboy hat") in San Antonio. We danced across floor arm in arm as 400 rednecks grabbed for their gun. We had to run out of the place and jumped over the car "Dukes of Hazzard" style and make a quick getaway. The second time was to try to get a girl to sleep with me hoping that she would try and "turn" me. Didn't work and I spent the night looking like a dick so that didn't help the cause. Ticked that one off the bucket list!