My Next Gig

It’s no secret that I love volunteering. And I especially love volunteer events where I have a high potential of meeting a boy. Or ones that reap serious benefits, like partying with Edward Burns. Or ones that pertain to things I enjoy immensely.

Alas, the mega one has landed. And next year, after seeing the Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 in the Summer, visiting the theme park in Florida, I will head to NYC for the International Quidditch World Cup to volunteer.

Yea, you read that right. There’s an International Quidditch World Cup. And it’s in NYC. Which means that I could potentially catch the real Harry Potter in his Broadway show when I’m there.

I just became infinitely more excited for 2011. Despite the fact I’ll turn 26 (woof).

Epic.

The past 24 hours has been epic for under-the-radar sports by American standards. We’re used to seeing baseball, football, basketball and now hockey dominate ESPN. But the past 24 hours has brought some light on tennis and soccer. I’m not sure what moment was my favorite. Isner and Donovan just showed Americans the power of stamina and endurance.

The Cup of Life

So it’s time for the post about the World Cup. But instead of talking about the attractive field of players this year like The Frisky and Vanity Fair did, I’m going to discuss something even more pressing: World Cup song. I think I fell in love with the World Cup thanks to the crooning vocal stylings of one Ricky Martin for the France World Cup in 1998.

“The cup of the life, it’s do or die…Push it along, then let it roll. Push it along, go, go, go!”

Martin teaches you the importance of the World Cup, how to play the game and how to move your hips, all in four minutes.

This year’s song: Wavin’ Flag by K’naan. Like all good guy friends, Chris makes sure I keep up on my music endeavors, well those outside of the guy-with-a-guitar music genre. He told me about this song a while ago and I automatically fell in love with it. Literally, just try to stand there, not moving, no swaying, no toe tapping and definitely no snapping (Kelly). It’s impossible.

You’re filled with a sense of freedom, empowerment and persistence. When I hear this, I picture a band of underdogs overcoming some type of government resistance. Maybe not necessary directly related to soccer, but in the end, it’s the same message:

Celebration. Jubilation.
And usually this is done shirtless by World Cup standards.

Side note: So glad David Bisbal came on board for this song. Fell in love with him while studying in Spain back in 2003. I think it’s the hair.