64 games later

BERLIN - 31 days, a transatlantic journey, countless beers and a feast of football later, the World Cup, or Weltmeisterschaft, is finally over. I figure that I've watched about 58 of the 64 games, amounting to well over 100 hours of total football consumed. South Africa in 2010?! We'll see. Might be a tad easier to get tickets for.

The final was quite the anti-climax, though, at least for a neutral. In Rome or Paris maybe, but in Berlin it felt like the party was over after Germany won third place Saturday night. Funny how the last game brought fans out of the woodwork; Poles, Brazilians, Britons and other nationalities long since eliminated donned their native colours for one last excuse to party. In this orgy of multiculturalism, last night was the unwanted bastard child.

Sad too that this is my last day in Germany. Can't complain about the country, really, it's been a whale of a time. Hopefully, I'll find the time and wherewithal to post something from the 'Dam.

I'll leave you, and this World Cup, with this gem I picked up from soccerpulse.com.