We’re at that once-every-four-years occasion when I get really into sports, an occasion so predictable my friends can set their clocks to it.
And man, I love the World Cup. As someone who does’t typically follow sport much at all, it’s hard for me to explain why the World Cup captivates me so, and why it has time and time again. Maybe it’s something about the athleticism on display and the dance of the players. Maybe it’s the way the ball is artfully curved into the net for a winning goal. I would not go as far as to claim to say that I can fully appreciate the sport, but I will say that one of the joys of football/soccer is that it is so easy to read that someone like me is able to follow a match far easier than any other sport.
In any case, forgive the lack of a proper post this week; I’m heading out to a bar to cheer for Norway.
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