so. it's here. world cup fever. sweden played its second game tonight. win or get lost. who cares. apparently plenty. i for one. sure, i've played football in the past (the term 'soccer' is for people who thinks throwing an elliptical ball, with their hands, really should be called 'football'. go figure), but i didn't expect to find myself at this emotional state after a bunch of guys kicked a piece of leather (or whatever it is) around on the grass for ninetythree minutes.

after the game, i heard shouting through my open windows. and firecrackers (hey chrys, remember that night two years ago when sweden won some game?). so i went outside. lots and lots of people. the guys in the shot above were harrasing passers by with their balls (no, not 'balls' in that sense. dirty you!). this is one of the decent shots i got. 'what paper are you shooting for' a guy asked. 'ummmm...' i said. i should've said 'freelance'. bummer.