A Blog from Amman, Jordan, Online Since 2004.

World Cup Fever

Is that the most cliche post title or what? Oh, well, a fever dictates some things and that title is a part of the package I guess.

I haven’t blogged in what seems like a while to me (actually, the last post I poured Robenergy into was on the 12th, so there goes), and mainly, it’s been the World Cup. Although it’s not the first time I watch and yell at TV during the FIFA season, I think it’s the first time I understand what the World Cup is all about; man… all these countries, all these people, all these cultures, exchanging a sweaty tshirt at the end of a match. It’s the most fascinating experience (so is it too weird to be so easily amused at stuff that most people don’t even notice?)

Anyway, I know that that sentence isn’t enough to explain what I’m feeling, but whatever, I’m really not in the mood to explain, I’m too high on football. It really is plenty of fun. It’s fun to watch people react to the games. It’s fun to see the way the players react to each other. It’s fun to scream and yell and get all angry at a ball being tossed around. It’s fun to look at all the hotties. I also absolutely love Amman during this time, the streets are empty if a game is playing (especially Brazil, man, we’re so passionate about Brazilian football that we should be given passports), and then during the time that it’s not, there’s such a crowd! It’s awesome.

The funnest part though? The four years between each World Cup. My first memories of the World Cup are of 1994, but the first World Cup I actively watched was that of 1998. Then 2002, which I mostly watched in Amman with my fellow Jordanians-living-in-Riyadh. We went back to Riyadh as soon as it finished, and I still had a year to go in highshcool. I can’t believe 2002 was four years ago, and I can’t believe the next World Cup will be 4 years away!

What will happen in 4 years? Where will I be? What will I be doing? Who will I be with? Who will I watch most of it with? Questions, questions, and the answers will only come upon with another World Cup. In four years.

Yeah, I know this one has just started, and I think I’m rooting for the Spanish. I don’t know yet.


Stealing a page from the past…


Closed for Redecoration


  1. spanish flanish root for brazil eh! :P

  2. “Robenergy”????


    Me likes it!

  3. I know what you mean. I so do.

  4. EP

    too bad i didn’t get to watch em in amman

  5. Killer Bee Bop

    Belated comment, Spain WON ALREADY! :D
    WOW Roba you actually listened to me once in your lifetime for a change! :D


    Spain for the semi-finals, the Dutch for the win! :D

  6. At least you are able to notice a few things past the mindless chasing of the ball.
    (so is it too weird to be so easily amused at stuff that most people don’t even notice?)
    absolutely not.
    People mistakenly think watching sports is about watching the ball, but it is the about watching the EVENT. The “realness” of this high drama make a superior form of entertainment.

    Have you seen the reaction of the American coach when his team scored a goal and it was instantly canceled? There is no possible situation that you can see a more comical and a genuine swing of emotions and no actor can reenact those facial expressions.

    Commentary, fans, uniforms, hairstyles, coaches…………anyway, I do not feel like explaining either.

    Here is an exert from the running diary of the best sports writer alive, (I prepared an entry on him to be posted within 4 days) during the end of a game in 2002.
    9:27 — Time for the weirdest World Cup tradition: The end of the game, when the teams switch jerseys and put the opposing jerseys on. Would you want to put on the sweaty jersey of a guy from another country who was just running around for two straight hours? Me neither.

  7. I always try to reisist this world cup fever that almost burns me, because I know the feeling of emptiness after the world cup is over, but I can’t. My mind is always in what’s gonna happen in the game next day.

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