Having not watched any of the games prior to today's final game for the World Cup, I really didn't have any strong ties to either team ((but I did say that the team with the hottest players would be who I rooted for ;) )). Watching Italy celebrate their win made me really happy inside. I don't know why, but I started to think about the parents of the guys on the team. The same parents who watched their sons win the World Cup are the same parents that signed their children up for soccer in the first place. The same parents that went to every practice, every game. The same parents who cheered their sons on from the stands at high school games cheered them on as they played in the biggest soccer game in the world. I can't even begin to fathom the amount of pride they must have felt in their children.

Dirty Dancing: Havanna Nights = awesome movie.