Hello World Cup

I woke up this morning thinking about the Rubik’s Cube. There are hundreds of cube simulators out there, so you can try and solve one on your PC. I think that defeats the purpose of a Rubik’s Cube. A computer simulation denies you the effect of holding it in your hands, turning it over, inspecting it, wrapping your mind around its shape, its dimensions, and when it outsmarts you, bouncing it off the nearest wall.

Speaking of off the wall, my favorite sporting event is in full swing. The World Cup is on, and just like four years ago, I find myself amid a howling mass of indifference, glued to every match I can watch. And like four years ago, I find myself preoccupied by a single thought: How cool is the name Kevin-Prince Boateng?

There’s another thing I think about when I watch the World Cup and that is that I’ll never again have legs like a footballer. Actually, I never did, but there was a time when I could see some muscles down there (back when I used to be able to solve the Rubik’s Cube in under three minutes.) Still, I dutifully go to the gym five days a week, although more and more I’m feeling like this. Running Rhino

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writer, ranger, young boy bearing arms.