The World Cup is easily my favorite global event. Much better than the Olympics (summer or winter), much better than World Baseball Classic, much better than witnessing the Milky Way pass through the sky (although I was too young to remember that).
It’s pretty cool to think that somebody 12,000 miles away has his eyes glued to the same televised match placing all his nationalistic pride on the single foot of a hairy Slovakian footballer.
This is the 5th world cup I’ve payed close attention to and I can’t remember so many blown calls from the referees. What I do remember is that with every world cup, US soccer advocates are always saying how this will bring more attention to the sport in America.
No, it won’t. Attention to the sport has always been the same and always will. Probably a step below the NHL and probably 5 steps above the WNBA.
In a nation where we want to see people annihilate each other and perform feats of super human strength (the dunk, the homerun, the crushing safety blitz sack), soccer just has too many quirks for us to get into.
Anyway, go Uruguay!
