So, my feeling that I was born into the correct family was just confirmed by the text message I just received from my father, in regards to Italy’s standing in the World Cup:
“Check this out: if Italy plays to a draw and New Zealand plays to a draw, they will be tied in all respects, and the decision to move on is made by lottery. That’s crazy! It should be decided by food. Go Italia!”
To which I responded: “I think you should send your suggestion to FIFA. Pasta and meatball off!”
To which I received a “Go ravoili!” in return.