Saturday, June 16, 2018

World Cup

Halftime, Iceland hanging in against a superior Argentina team, 1-1.

Man, I am really into it. Recording all the games, watching most live. With Russia the host, I can watch live games at 5 in the morning, a morning person's heaven. Despite FIFA's corruption, I like almost everything about this event and sport, from the opening ritual to the relentless action, which can be exhausting to watch.

I wish I had seen the engagement of this sport earlier. My first memory of the World Cup is driving into a small southwest college town late morning in early 1970s, camping all summer while in grad school, looking for beer and a burger, and finding a tavern with a large loud crowd of international students. The World Cup was on. I was amazed at the enthusiasm for a sporting event I had barely heard of.

Half a century later, I get it. 

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