Out of Control

My son's school is totally out of control. I know Brazil is playing. I understand canceling morning classes and starting afternoon classes a little late. I get that. But to close for the entire day, I don't think so! 

The excuse is that they can't say if there are going to be penalties. The game could go longer.  It's an important game.

Say what?  You are closing the school just in case the game goes to penalties?!  They also said that not as many students come on a Friday afternoon after a game.  Mine would go.  I pay R$1000 a month and, ideally, he'd actually get to attend.

I can't even imagine how bad it'll get when the world cup is here in 2014.

I will have to be prepared. The obsessive nature of the Brazilian soccer fan will make life as we know it end during World Cup Rio de Janeiro madness.  Brazil will be going to soccer war and will only return once we are champions.

Shopping centers and grocery stores will be closed. The only liquid available will be beer or cachaça.  No maids. No nannies. No schools or garbage men. 

I will stock circa World War II in Berlin.  The cabinets will be stocks. The fridge full, the fever packed.  It'll be lock down mode. 

We will fill the bathtub with beer in case of shortage... what am I talking about!  There will never be a shortage of beer in Rio de Janeiro. We'd sooner run out of oxygen.

One small step for Man, One giant step for Botafogo

Today is a big day for Botafogo fans in my family. My 3 year old, Luka, is not only going to his first game but has the honor of walking the team out onto the field.  It's a tradition here for kid fans, from babies to pre-teens, to walk the players out at the beginning of the game.  To say that his father is proud is like saying I like oxygen.

Luka is excited even if he doesn't quite understand what is going to happen. He knows he got a complete Botafogo uniform with the coolest socks he's ever seen. I've had to wash it 3 times this week because he wants to wear it every day.  He also knows that Daddy can't take him up to the field but that he, his cousin Frederico, and other kids get to walk alone with the real Botafogo players. 

So I cut the umbilical cord a little bit. I'm nervous. I've been to games and they are crazy. Brazilians breath soccer, especially when it's their local team, even more so than the national Brazilian team.  It's loud, there's screaming, people are cursing, basically madness.  At first I was afraid Luka would be scared, then I snapped out of it.  Screaming, yelling, madness, and chaos... that sounds like a 3 yr old's heaven.  And to top it off, there will be junk food.

He's growing up. It's only a matter of time until he asks to go to all the games Daddy goes to and ignores what I say while the game is on at home.  My little man is growing up and he's growing up a Botafoguense.

If you'd like more info about Botafogo check out
 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Botafogo_de_Futebol_e_Regatas

Believe it or not, the peeing kid is one of their mascots.