In recent news, I have become totally immersed in the world of international club football. That's right. Soccer. I don’t how it happened but I am now hopelessly engrossed in the beautiful game. I actually know exactly how it happened. I discovered an internet sports book and did OK in American College football. Then the season ended and I decided to see what soccer betting was all about. It looked easy and is often on TV in the middle of the day as part of some sports package from Comcast that apparently also includes college hockey and Asian tennis. Who knew?
The growth of my soccer passion has grown nearly as rapidly as Audrey II, and is nearly as insatiable. I find myself watching highlights of the greats on YouTube. Pele, Zidane, Maradona, and Reggie White ( I am from TN afterall.) I read online British news papers and watch Sky Sports News. I’ve even learned how to say, “Phone Cards for the world. Yes Yes Yes!!” in Spanish. I think. They talk so fast.
Watching soccer has reminded that all of us, humans, people have something in common. Despite racial or political differences, it always seems that the people of the world can agree on 17 simple rules. They can also disagree and bring guns. No other seemingly simple game can instill such powerful ideas. Peace or strife, goal or not. Countries born and destroyed. And the impetus is 90 minutes of men kicking a ball. Back and forth. Until..............
Of course this doesn’t apply to we Gringos. We have bigger bombs, wear helmets when we play football, and invented Rock-n-Roll. So fuck off. See y’all in Brazil’14. Vamos Los Gringos!!!
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