World cup soccer
This morning at 6am, the first day of the 2010 world cup, I woke to the sound of a choir of vuvuzelas trying hard to sound joyous instead of tormented souls. What a way to greet a beautiful sunny winter soccer day. If I was president I would have declared a holy war against all vuvuzelas, cause only a demon posssessed instrument can produce such an ugly sound. I am sure there is a special vuvuzela torture room in hell for sinners.
But all that put aside. Welcome to a vuvuzela tortured world cup.