Some of us are new to this
world, this World Cup of Fútbol.
This world-uniting, crazy,
wild, quadrennial
world-has-gone-nuts-time.
Others knowingly accept
us novices and explain
offsides, yellow and red
cards and corner kicks,
calling it a beautiful game.
In a matter of a few weeks,
we novices are suddenly experts
giving our considered opinions
on stupid coaching errors,
flops and officiating misses
and all things Fútbol.
We are suddenly experts
on what is a foul, and what
is a just a normal mugging.
And we amaze that a striker on
a PK could miss what is
literally the side of a barn.
But it is a beautiful game,
if politics would just
stay the hell away. We
love the athleticism,
the gracefulness, and
glimpses of sportsmanship.
And then the crazy fans!
Is this who we are?
The beautiful people
who row in sequence,
who sing Country Roads,
who drink all the Sam Adam’s
beer in Boston, and so much more!
Small nations made us notice
them. Stars came out to shine
showing us greatness. There was
jubilation of wins, sadness of loses,
but this is sport, never one
without the other.
Yes, it is a beautiful game,
especially when it brings
the world together, for
there is too much that
seems to tear us apart!
The Women’s WC is just
next year. We don’t have
to wait four more years!


