I am just back from a week's vacation with my family. More of a ‘staycation,' really. Quality time with my wife and our daughter, learning how to ‘facetime' with our son in college, taking our first swamp tour and glued to the television.
Why the latter? My wife and I have become caught up in the World Cup experience. We planned our day around watching the USA match with Ghana. Clint Dempsey scores 32 seconds into the match and finished the match out with a broken nose - which would have more appropriately belonged on the face of Jack Dempsey. Then, with the match all square, John Brooks comes off the bench to score the winner. Fascinating stuff, man.
Then, more on Sunday versus Portugal and The Great Ronaldo. We figured out, soccer neophytes that we are, if you use only one name, you're kind of a big deal. With the match in hand, and the US side having handled The Great Ronaldo, he makes the only play he would make of the game. It was a perfect pass onto the head of teammate Silvestre Varela in the 5th minute of additional time. The air went out of our family room - but the red, white and blue had earned a draw.
Next up, it's Germany on Thursday. I can't wait. I love the whole experience going on in Brazil. It truly is ‘The Beautiful Game'. I want the American side to win with all my heart, but if the USA can't have it, I'm all in for Brazil.
Because they're the favorites? No. Because they have an outstanding player named Neymar who does the impossible with the ball in space? Nah, not that either.
My reason for rooting for Brazil is much less complicated and selfish on my part. They've got a guy named Fred on the team. No last name. Just simply ‘The Great Fred'.
I dunno. Just kind of has a ring to it, don't you think?