This World Cup has been everything I could have hoped it could be. To be fair, I was ready. My heart and my schedule were as wide open as the Brazilian defense, waiting for this Cup to blitzkrieg straight to my core. I've spent decades learning to love this beautiful game, building my appreciation for all the smallest nuances, but this is the first time that I have managed to watch every single game of a major tournament, live. Let me just say to all of my similarly soccer obsessed friends out there, this is the way that the game is meant to be watched. All my previous watching experiences now appear as a youth fumbling through a series of relationships, trying to learn how to love, but never going All The Way. Yes, this World Cup was like sex.
Well, after a long time not bothering the web with my often inane musings on the social impact of our current sporting culture I have decided to add a sports section to this website. I have to admit that some of my motivation is just another avenue to keep my fingers hitting keys in the hope that they might stumble upon something worth being written, or worth being read. In a perfect world, I might discover something that was both. It would be dishonest to claim that as the entire reason, though.
The reality is that I love sports. In fact, I have a high degree of affection for quite a few athletic competitions, but there is something about the Sport, team versions in particular, that grips me in the kind of emotional catharsis that I can no longer access in a religious vein. While I have long thought that athletic team culture might grow into the heir for our collapsed religious meta-narrative, I would like to hold most of those thoughts for a later date, because at the moment the entirety of my intellectual and emotional resources are allotted to this delightful football tournament in Brazil.
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