My Cup runneth over.....with ego and boastfulness

Just writing to remind everyone of the glorious, early summer World Cup win for Italy. It was a spectacular day for us -- although by the last penalty kick, we realized we were in a predominantly French bar -- who knew downtown Toronto had such a large French fan base? Although two months have passed, I'm posting this blog now because I have just received my pics from the celebrations that day in Toronto on St. Clair Avenue and wanted to share/flaunt them.

As we dashed out of the bar that day, exuberant and fearful for our lives, we headed to Corso Italia along with every other greaseball to celebrate. It was a reunion of sorts -- we bumped into tonnes of people we haven't seen or thought of in ages -- and we stayed out 'til 1am even though we had to work the next day. There was a lot of dancing, yelling, hugging and some sights that we won't see until the next WC win - e.g. lamb on a leash spray painted the colours of the Italian flag, Roman soldier costumes and wildly decorated people and cars.

A special 'cornuto" goes out to the French who can't handle simple, meaningless taunts from fellow players and to the Aussies who still have a long way to go to learn about the beautiful game. So as the World Cup becomes a distant memory, I am here to etch the events of that day in the minds of my fellow readers (plus it took this long to develop my pictures and throw a blog together).

I've also included some end of summer pics from Toronto's annual air show (or the 'Rock Me Like a Hurricane' Festival -- Simpsons fans will understand) which can be conveniently viewed from my balcony. It signals the end of our summer and the return to all things bleak and dreary. So for all you northern hemisphere dwellers, you can appreciate the woefulness of the end of this glorious season -- we still have a few days left technically but it's not the same.

p.s. you can stuff your angry retorts in a sack, mister! (Seinfeld fans will understand).