#5

This post almost didn't happen, I'm serious. Ugh, I am sooo tired for no apparent reason. I think video games do that to you. And you are most likely thinking in your head, uh... what in the world do video games have to do with anything? And I'm thinking uh... that's what I'm here to tell you. Today, I went to the FIFA tournament of the century. You are probably wondering what is FIFA? According to Urban Dictionary FIFA is a series of EA Sports videogames. General considered to be the greatest soccer videogaming series on the market, if not the best overall videogames.
What did you do last weekend?
I won the Champions League Final 11-0 of FIFA.
On World-Class?
Yeah.
You know that you have no life, right?
Gah, I'm really hating on Urban Dictionary right now. Could everyone stop looking up your name and posting it on Facebook? Maybe I'll gain some respect for it again. UGH. Okay back to the topic.
The tournament was held at Rio Tinto Stadium and my dear husband Joshua and his bestie Martin played in it. And I, was moral support... or something like it. They were doing pretty well until a fourteen year old knocked Josh out of the third round and a twelve year old nerdy glasses boy knocked out Martin in the fourth round. I guess that's what happens when you play FIFA 24/7. Not that Josh and Martin don't play 24/7... Well this leads me to the fifth thing I love. FIFA. Usually I could care less. But today I felt very... emotional about FIFA. I just wanted my boys to win. I was this crazy girl who was jumping and clapping and getting all excited when a goal was scored. Oh not to mention I was one of the only girls. The rest were a bunch of adolescent boys just hitting puberty and haven't gotten the concept of deodorant yet. Oh and men who haven't gotten the concept of deodorant either. Am I getting my point across? It stunk in that room.
I think I'll start playing FIFA. They are having another tournament in April supposedly, and I think I will start training now. No really, I think I will. I'd be that twelve year old kid that they all hate except minus the 12 part just add a girl part. With Josh and Martin as my coaches, I'd have a good chance. Well, maybe. FIFA is life. FIFA or die. Blah, blah, whatever. The End.