They sound like someone kicked over the worlds biggest hornet's nest. And about 5 zillion of the little bastards are flying right at you looking for payback. I loathed them.

But then, I had an epiphany. Saw the light. Came to Jesus. Had the scales fall from my eyes.

I read various articles that made it clear that the team bitching the most about the sound was the despicable French. "We can't sleep at night because of the vuvuzelas," France's captain, Patrice Evra, whined after their scoreless draw with Uruguay. "People start playing them from 6 a.m. We can't hear one another out on the pitch because of them." Also, from Philippe Kaufmann, head of production for sport for TF1: "In France, there's big, big noise about it. Viewers are completely mad by it,"

That's all I needed to hear. I now love the vuvuzela. Rock on, baby.