Ode to the World Cup

It was only short four years ago,
I packed up my bags and left for Oslo. 
For the summer with my brother,
I wouldn't wanna travel with any other.

Starting in Norway, onto Denmark,
bumbling around like a Griswold named Clark.
Leaving Copenhagen on a speedy lil train,
we arrived to Berlin with a toast of champagne*.

We hop outta the car in the Hauptbahnhof,
It's brand new glass structure, standing aloft.
Hailing a cab, en route to the hotel,
An interesting phenomenon onto us befell.

All over town there seemed to be a craze,
And it all arose from a simple two-word phrase.
It was the World Cup and we had no prior clue,
Americans don't go loco for soccer, like all others do.

Wherever we went fans flashed their colors brightly,
Showcasing their feverish spirit, downing German beers nightly.
They came from all corners of the globe,
(And always packed a jersey in their wardrobe).

It was a luck most people only dream of,
And, for us, a true charm fallen from above.
Cuz while many paid thousands just to be there,
We merely stumbled upon it (minus the price of the fare).

Amid all the commotion and intense rivalries,
We stood watching the big screen with a pair of kiwis.
Of course we too got swept up in the Mundial fever,
And felt bad for the losers (there were many a griever). 

Its really too bad Americans don't care,
Cuz its not like the Superbowl can even compare.
It's the World Cup and the whole globe is on fire,
Everyone wanting the same thing, the cup to acquire.

So here we go, now in 2010,
Like I said, only four short years it has been.........



*completely false
** levels of boredom have reached new highs
***vamos Chile!!!