2010 FIFA World Cup: Soccer and Sex by Alicia Simoni, at Gender Across Borders 5:00 am / 09 January 2010

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World Cup

If you thought Vindaloo was bad ...
Because you know you want to watch it again.
I've been saving up this bit of business until the Americans moved into the Round of 16. But we don't have to worry about that any more now, do we?
You can grab a recipe for Vindaloo here.
Four years ago, almost to the day, I was swigging down an Asahi at my local, minding my own business, when thousands of UK football fans showed up in Tokyo for the 2002 FIFA World Cup. Long story short, I spent the next several weeks glued to the tube (at my local, of course), enjoying what has become my second favorite spectator sport. So addicted I became to the pastime you Americans call "soccer," that I took a very expensive Shinkansen trip to Osaka to see Senegal and Turkey in the quarters.
To many of my European and Aussie mates' chagrin, the Americans did very well in 2002. So well, that I made a bet that the U.S. would at least make it to the quarters in 2006. Now that we're here and I see that our team is part of Group E, I'm not so sure.