Bored Cup Twenty/Ten

So one of sportings great festivals is almost upon us. The wonderful football (yeah right) World Cup is due to begin in a few days in South Africa and peoples of the planet should rejoice in glorious raptures and euphoria as this kick about makes everything alright again (double yeah right.)
Am I the only person who is sick to the gills already? Before its even officially started? Football has never been high on my list of interesting sports, in fact I utterly abhor the game to the core but in these last couple of months my loathing has been tweaked up a notch or six. Everywhere I turn that wretched black and white ball makes its presence felt; in newspapers, magazines, on radio and television, even on sweet wrappings and in supermarket aisles! Players from all teams adorn shampoo labels and lager tins with their thug-cropped hair, promising to make you fabulous with whatever you drink or wash with. It is truly nauseous.(And I won't mention decrepid old pundits/players wailing embarrassing songs of support. Cringe.)
Fine if it gives fans a little HWYL as we say here in Wales but to the disinterested the build up has been like trying to swim from a tidal wave in that just as you think you have got away from it you look behind only to see its gotten bigger. I dread to think what it will be like DURING the damned thing, and please God spare us from an England win! The fans are insufferable when only THINKING they can win it, if they do actually pull it off I for one am going to see what my options are as to living in Cambodia.
If it wasn't so hyped up I wouldn't mind, im all for a feelgood vibe and God knows we need it, but this over saturation of what is essentially JUST A GAME is making me very bitter towards the entire thing. Other sports don't blow things up to this ridiculous extent (not even in the US), so why a game played by over paid, vulgar cretins needs to do so is beyond me.
Popular it may be but that does not make it so great as to warrant half the globe bowing before it like man discovering fire for the first time. And it IS going to get worse! The further England go the more the media and every other cashing-in leech will suck the life from it, showering flags, merchendise and bunting everywhere, as if forcing EVERYONE to take part. Of course those who don't will be labelled a miserable killjoy and shunned like a pariah but I don't care a pip.
I would get more thrill replacing my brain with sawdust and rotten cabbage than I ever would sitting through a football match. That ought tell you everything you need to know about my feelings toward this forthcoming world cup snoozefest. You can't really blame shops for trying to cash in but I wish they would remember that not everyone wishes to be part of it. And if anyone has a submarine or space shuttle on offer that I can use for a month or so I would be eternally grateful.