And Here We Go.....

The familiar chimes of my Blackberry alarm rung out this morning. This was no ordinary day though. Katlin rolled over ‘Happy World Cup Day’ she said, she thought that was enough. I was up and out of bed in a flash, Katlin looked at me surprised... you’re leaving already? ‘Yes, I have to set up. You can stay here until work.’ Bemused Katlin snuggled back under the covers, I had bigger fish to fry.

I listened to the Coca Cola World Cup song on repeat to psych myself up as I walked through New York. The city was awash with green as Mexicans everywhere bunked off of work to watch their side’s opener. Lord knows who was cooking the food in restaurants throughout the city.

Of course game 1 of the World Cup coincided with the penultimate rehearsal I have before Much Ado About Nothing opens on Monday. I needed to be at the rehearsal early to access the Wireless network and load up ESPN3.com which is streaming every single game.

First at the theatre I whipped out my Mac and began to search. Damn, password protected. I needed to go on a quest to seek out the maintenance man. He was nowhere to be found, was this it? Was my mission to watch every game going to fail at the first attempt!? Luckily at 9:45 in walked the Albanian man I seeked, I ensured him I wouldn’t download any porn and he gave me the password.

Website up and it was time to start streaming the game. Slow at first but manageable I was going to be alright. However just as Sepp Blatter started to speak the stream went dead and a message came up saying that the internet provider did not host the stream.... Noooooooo!

I felt like giving up, and just to make it worse they were rehearsing my scenes so I couldn’t watch anyway.

After a faultless performance, if I may say so myself, it was going to be a while before I was needed again yet the director didn’t want me running off. This was turning into a disaster.

I stepped outside for a coffee and heard the familiar buzz of vuzuvela’s. I peered into the theatre bar and there was a sight for sore eyes. Mexico v South Africa live and in glorious HD. I perched myself down and watched the remainder of the first half and all of the second.

As the game finished I headed over to the deli and discussed the game with the Mexican who made my sandwich, and what a delicious sandwich it was.

I’m settled at home now sitting in front of France v Uruguay. With regards to tomorrow, the nerves are setting in already.