World Cup Kicker

While at New World Hotel, Daddy and I discovered this cool spot at the lobby for World Cup enthusiasts -- a patch of grass with soccer balls on it.

It was simply irresistible. My soccer instincts just kicked in and sooner than my Dad could catch up with me, I was on the green for penalty kicks.

I would have brought an official World Cup soccer ball home, but Dad didn't let me. And not only did I not bring a souvenir home, I also lost my left Florsheim shoe. I must have kicked the ball so hard that I didn’t notice my shoe flying with it.

We had a fairly difficult time getting a room in the hotel because there were a lot of local residents booked just to watch the World Cup. We didn't get to watch any of the games there but I sure had a piece of World Cup action. Look at me, I'm such a good kicker!

I think this is where I originally lost my shoe earlier during We had a fairly difficult time trying