Paulie the oracle octopus taking a well-deserved break in his tank in Oberhausen, Germany. He has to watch his back from now on because, given half the chance, many disgruntled soccer fans would relish making sauteed calamari out of this little smarty pants.
Now that FIFA World Cup 2010 has ended, sotong will never be the same again, be it sotong kangkung, sambal sotong, kerabu sotong or even jantan sotong (the effeminate, patah kind and not of the miang ilk).
In Spain today, a lowly sotong (calamari to the bourgeois crowd) named Paul has been elevated to cult status, thanks to his correct prediction that Spain would take the trophy home for the first time.
By the way, the World Cup trophy, coveted as it may be, is one of the ugliest sports trophies I have ever seen. It's like a stump painted a hideous yellow.
Some of the prettiest trophies I have laid my eyes on thus far were trophy wives, something men wear on their arms for public show. Such trophies are usually acquired through sports too, an event called bedminton.... but I digress....
Paul, tentacles spreading like the archetypal gatal man with hands all over a GRO in a chinky karaoke lounge, got a perfect ten with eight predictions, seven of which involved Germany.
I am waiting for him to emulate JFK by saying Ich bin ein Berliner. You'll never know; he may just surprise us once again (Paul, not JFK; he had surprised us enough). Definitely not a case of blur sotong, this one.