I love World Cup Soccer.
I do not pretend to like it any other time.
But every 4 years I devote a couple of weeks to soccer.
I became addicted in 1982.
I was a missionary in Salto Uruguay.
It was winter and cold.
Our only chance of talking to anyone took place before, or after a game.
And during, well, we were welcome to come in and watch.
They loved all teams South America.
They yelled GOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL
as well as shot off fireworks when their team won.
It was a great time.
I have been watching it ever since.
Before ESPN decided to put it on the air,
I watched it on Univision, in Spanish, which frankly, I prefer.
So go USA, Uruguay, Argentina and Brazil!
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