I have been running around Texas non-stop since all of the World Cup action has started. Today, I finally got to watch a game. It was great to get breakfast in bed (thanks, sweetie!) and watch England kick some ass in Spanish. My Spanish is poor at best and they talk really fast, but it is so much more exciting than the boring English commentators that seem like they don't even watch soccer. I'm not holding my breath or anything, but I think I get to watch them play Portugal. I'm keeping my fingers crossed. It is the little things that make life a good place to be. Go Beckham (or "Man Spice" as they like to call him on Spanish TV)!