Forza!

So yesterday I booked my flight to Germany for the World Cup. Jared is in Barcelona for the semester and is going to meet me there. No, we don’t have tickets, but we are going to try to get as close to the stadiums as we can and just feel the passion! We will be in Munich for the semi-final game there, then head to Berlin for the finals. For all of you wondering about my picks, I don’t expect the U.S. to be in either of those games. It’s hard not to think that the hosts will have a great chance, especially after finishing second last time, and Brazil are still favorites despite some stumbles without Ronaldo. I’m still an Azzuri fan even though they are no longer guided by the Devine Ponytail. I guess that’s still not exactly a prediction…
So I’m going to Germany and I’ll have a great time, but I have to say that part of me feels…weird. Something about being Jewish make is hard to get really excited about going there. Not enough to keep me from going, just enough to take a little bit of the luster off.
I watched X-Men 3 this weekend, which is partially about Magneto…and mutant who survived the Holocaust and feels like the human treatment of mutants is similar. He uses his power to try to ensure he doesn’t have to endure it a second time, but basically adopts a ‘good offense is the best defense’ approach. I’m not sure you can blame him.