Bare with me. A bit long winded but out of a necessity to drive home a point.
So, I was raised Catholic. Year after year of Fish Fridays, Saturday Catechism and Sunday mass. You know, the works. I, along with my two brothers was raised Catholic in what has to be described as a Old World patriarchal household, as at that time all good Slavic stock was expected to be.
And not to character profile this race or that but its a documented medical fact that Slavic males are blessed/cursed with grotesque levels of testosterone. To the untrained eye, the laid-back, easy going, hard drinking but mild mannered eastern European male is just that. But make no mistake, this is a creature which is genetically engineered to withstand the whip or to deal it out. Yielding or receiving the lash from cradle to grave with nothing more than a shrug and a grim smirk. Generation after generation after generation. History is the witness.
It is also a documented medical fact that if the average Slavic male is raised on anything other than starvation rations he will, like clockwork, enter puberty at roughly the age of 9. I **** you not.
I hope the picture I'm trying to paint here is taking shape.
So here I am with my history of having spent a good many of my youthful, most competitive and energetic years, prematurely overdosing on testosterone with my sibling rivals enduring religious studies and observances in a language we didn't understand. And yet, somehow, I still find myself hard pressed to recall any time in MY LIFE when I was MORE FU'KING BORED than today whilst watching the test between Spain and Portugal at the EUROs.
That is all. Thanks for reading. Just needed to get that off my chest.