Well, once again it's time for World Cup Fever.  It seems everyone is enthralled with the games, everyone but me.  I am completely immune to World Cup Fever.  Why do you ask?  For starters, I don't understand the appeal of soccer; I see the game as a waste of a perfectly good field.  For my money, I'd rather watch a good game of Circleball or King of the Mountain.  Plus, I don't like cups - I much prefer steins.

Mose, however, is not immune to World Cup fever; he's completely obsessed.  I think it's the bright colors of the players' uniforms that he's attracted to (in the past he's taken a similar liking to the employees of Hot Dog On A Stick). When the games started, Mose was begging me nonstop to take him to South Africa.  He was relentless.  Obviously going to Africa was out of the question.  I didn't want to disappoint him though, so I devised a clever plan to make him think we were going to Africa.  I had him put a blindfold on then drove him to a soccer scrimmage at the closest inner city high school.  Mose didn't know the difference.  Throughout the game he blew on his homemade vuvuzela, having a great time!  I may not have enjoyed the match, in fact I hated it, but it was nice to make Mose's soccer dream come true.  Come 2014, I'll have to go to South Scranton to find a school that resembles Brazil.