Last month I found myself peppering conversations with words like “equalizer,” “brilliant ball in,” and, of course, “gooooooooaalll…”
I had caught World Cup Fever.
Friends were shocked. So was I. I was never a jock. In high school I had a membership to the YMCA. I swam. Alone. For one year. That was it. When I tried to play basketball, I earned the nickname “The T.O.P. Man” (Tower Of Power) – sarcasm intended.
These days I do tune in to championship series – basketball, baseball, the Superbowl – find out who the underdog is, and root for that team.
By rooting, of course, I mean smiling wryly and nodding ever so slightly between beers.
