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Went to the Spain vs. Honduras game last night. I am obviously not our best sports reporter (@bzcohen), so I’ll leave the technical stuff out. Spain seemed pretty mainstream to support, so I decided to dress in blue (which I look better in anyways, duh) and scream for my Central American comrades in Honduras. Arriving at Ellis Park I quickly discovered how mainstream Spain was. Out of the 54,000 soccer fans there were max 1,000 Honduras supporters, awkward. Everyone else was supporting Spain or Liverpool. I also determined that maybe 20% of stadium attendees (including Honduras supporters) knew where Honduras was. Frequently people approached me and asked me if I spoke English and then asked where Honduras was, and then were shocked by my lovely Connecticut accent when I responded. I literally look like the last person who would ever live in Honduras - with my skin that hasn’t seen sunlight since “the cruise” and my blonde hair.

Geography lessons aside, the games are actually really great. BUT if you think the vuvuzela is terrible on TV you have no idea what it is like in real life. I wore ear plugs the entire game and I still have a headache. I had to fight the urge to shove those plastic trumpets down people’s throats the whole time. What you can’t tell on TV is that people try to play songs with them - sounds equally as terrible. Well, gotta go watch Bafana Bafana, later.