The World Cup just might be the TV event of the summer. Legions of subversive American soccer fans and new recruits to “the beautiful game” have been held in rapture with the South African event for the past three weeks. Sadly, futbol-obsessed loved ones and roommates have been cutting into our readers’ TV time. Here, three speak from our Pop Chorus — they’re missing ‘House’! They’d die for even a rerun of ‘Friends’! They just want this dang soccer party to be over!

Nicholas James says:
While I don’t watch a lot of television, there are a few shows I never miss. That is, until now. My roommate, Jorge, has taken over the living room to watch the World Cup, leaving me bored and miserable. Now, the remote control — and my sanity — are constantly in the palm of his hand. Instead of watching ‘Kathy Griffin: My Life on the D-List,’ I’m stuck listening to Jorge’s chants and cheers echo throughout the entire house. We don’t have TiVo, so I can’t record anything. My morning routine (a cup of coffee and ‘The Wendy Williams Show’) has been shattered.

“Jorge, please let me watch one of my shows,” I beg. He responds with cheers and grunts, and I realize I’ve lost the battle. At night, while Jorge is at the hospital, I’m also at work. By the time I get home, I’m too tired to fight another useless battle, and decide I’ll try again the next day. When the World Cup ends and life goes back to normal, I’m hoping to regain my equal rights to the remote. Until then, my days are spent at Starbucks with coffee and conversation (about the World Cup).

Benjamin Williams says:
My fiance watching the World Cup is not something that happens all the time; it comes around once every four years, and we’ve agreed I can sacrifice my TV time in favor of her indulging her soccer hunger. Long gone are the nights of my leisurely viewing of humor and suspense, replaced by the mind-numbing drone of the vuvuzela horns and the attempt to understand the announcers’ commentary over the interminable buzz. My scantily clad actresses have been replaced by 22 men wearing tight shorts and knee high socks, running up and down a well-manicured playing surface, kicking a ball at each other.

I have no idea who ‘House’ is manipulating, no inkling how many king crab the ‘Deadliest Catch’ dudes have caught in Alaska and absolutely no clue where my favorite band of truck drivers are risking their lives this season. I think at this point I would be happy to even see a rerun of ‘Friends’ or to hear Ray Romano make another joke about his brother — anything that even remotely resembles a piece of the world that has been taken away from me. Fortunately, the World Cup will be over soon and I can return to my comfort zone. Until then, the countdown is on.

Xavier Williams says:
After a long day working to make my cynical boss richer, I can find solace by spreading out on my big blue living room sofa. Ever since my husband began watching every single match of the World Cup, a small fuse broke in my head and it will not be relieved by any other method than buffeting his head with sofa cushions. If soccer were even popular, my rage would be somewhat lessened, but no one I know even knows how to play soccer, much less have a conversation about it!

I used to rely on watching ‘House’ to wash away my stress; now, I have to use what I learned from my medical show to repair my wounded husband after our fights for the television. After finding out the World Cup madness would last for 30 days, I contemplated destroying every television within a 25-mile radius to spite my husband. But then I had a wonderful thought — the longer he watched TV, the longer the house would stay clean

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