Thanks a lot for the words bros, the anticipation is killing but damn I'm going to hit the ground running or smoking rather. 
Here's Jorge with some words of what it's like to be a judge from last years Cup.
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". . . Love is no hot-house flower, but a wild plant, born of a wet night, born of an hour of sunshine; sprung from wild seed, blown along the road by a wild wind. A wild plant that, when it blooms by chance within the hedge of our gardens, we call a flower; and when it blooms outside we call a weed; but, flower or weed, whose scent and colour are always, wild!"
~John Galsworthy - "The Forsyte Saga"~
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