VICTORY!

It’s really all everyone’s talking about at the moment. Every blog I’ve read today had something to do with the victory. Oh it was just so awesome. I sat on the edge of my seat for 80 minutes. I had a dry mouth and was filing my nails so profusely I’m surprised there’s still something left of them. When the final whistle blew we sat in silence for a few seconds before we screamed. It was just so surreal. We drove through the streets (took a while to find some life – this is PMB after all), and hooted at each other, screamed and waved.

Wow. What a rush! Flags and people hanging out of car windows. I giggled with glee every time a fellow South African returned our hooting. It was as though we suddenly all just knew each other. A great big family. This nation has so much spirit, so much joy, so much to offer… For once the differences were forgotten and all cultures celebrated together for one common reason. It was just magic. It’s at times like these where I really see how the scourge of crime is spoiling an otherwise incredible nation.

Being in the shops on Sunday I heard so many conversations between shop employees about where they had been the night before, how they celebrated, how wonderful the victory and the vibe had been… This nation is on such a high right now.

My personal high is a little over-shadowed by my sick husband. He really is miserable and suffering at the moment. It’s terrible when you see the person that you love more than anyone else in the world suffering, and you are powerless to do anything about it. He’s been booked off for a week. I hope he recovers before our weekend to Cape Town. I swear its stress causing all this. My husband has been seriously ill (I don’t mean sick-but-still-able-to-work kind of sick. I mean seriously-ill-in-bed-booked-off kind of sick) 3 times this year already. That’s just not normal. Something’s wrong here…

So a friend of a friend got married on Saturday afternoon. They left the wedding ceremony at 19:30. I had to wonder what they were doing at 21:00. I mean, it was their wedding night after all... But also the rugby world cup final… Decisions decisions…

Go Bokke

I don't think there's a South African in the world today that is not feeling at least a little bit patriotic. I think it's great. It's not often that we can be proudly South African. Looks like most South Africans have gotten into the spirit of things. We even got to wear a rugby shirt (green/white/gold shirt) to work today. What fun. And we had our faces painted.
It would just be so wonderful if we win. I think for a few hours at least we will suddenly feel proud, patriotic, and undivided. United. Wow. A united South Africa at last.

Go Bokke!!

No games, just sports

I really hate being so emotionally invested in something as trivial as a bunch of men hitting a ball around a field and running between sticks. As much as we complain about this country and all that is wrong with it, I just can't seem to detach myself from supporting our team. It's like a family member. Even though they sometimes irritate the living daylights out of you and even hurt you at times, you just can't help loving them. As much as you try, you will never be able to stop feeling something for them.

How depressing was the cricket on Thursday night. We were all so psyched up for this game. Nobody really believed that we wouldn't get through to the semis - we were the only unbeaten side in the tournament. But, as only South Africa can do in the crunch games (and we do it SO well), we messed this one up ROYALLY. And now we are out of the tournament.

Right now SA cricket is like the uncle that nobody talks about.

I'm switching to rugby.

Yay for Zim

Didn't get a chance to blog yesterday, so this is a little late. But how AWESOME was it that Zim beat Australia in the 20/20 World Cup!?! The arrogant world champions were seriously brought down to earth by Zimbabwe. I am elated anyway when ANYONE beats Australia, but this was just such an epic victory. Aus were so full of themselves that they totally underestimated the feisty Zimbabweans. I saw an interview with some Zimbabweans on the news, and they were saying how much this victory meant to them. With the royal mess that Zim is in at the moment, beating the world champions at cricket must have instilled a feeling of pride, togetherness and happiness in every Zimbabwean. Sport brings people together.




Speaking of Zim, I got this email today, entitled: Paying for lunch in Zimbabwe: