WE BEAT SOME obscure country at the World Cup yesterday and everybody is all fired up. Or still asleep.
That's the thing about soccer - you are either obsessed and jumping up and down right now, or you are yawning and indifferent.
I might be different. I played as a kid and coached Emily's teams. I like the sport, but I don't fall down if Ronaldo makes an amazing run and finish. Whatever that means.
If I can watch a golf tournament on a Sunday afternoon, I figure I can watch our next game against Portugal on Sunday, too. But only if I'm done cleaning the bathroom because my brother is coming for a visit next week.
Is the Netherlands playing? I'm rooting for them, too!
The best part, of course, is hearing the announcers say goooooooooooooaaaaallllll. Deportes is a beautiful thing.