They played. We watched. Spain Conquered.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
During the past month, I have been witness to injustice. I have been angered by unfairness and bad judgments. I have mourned the loss of loved ones. I have seen heroes fall. And I have suffered the agony of defeat.
But I've also seen greatness unfold before my very eyes. I have watched David defeat Goliath. And I have felt joy and happiness like no other.
This month has been full of passion and intensity.
Soccer is one of my favorite sports to watch on TV.
It all started years ago, when I sat with Hubby to watch Mexico play during the World Cup in France back in 1998. During those 90 minutes, Hubby explained every play and answered every question I had. I didn't fully comprehend, but my interest had been piqued.
It wasn't until Korea/Japan 2002 that my love for the game blossomed. Why else would I wake up to watch matches that aired at 2:00am? By then, I was capable of discussing any given game with detail, facts and stats, with very little mention of how cute a certain player was. (Hello Beckham, Figo and most of the Italian team!)
Every four years, my love, admiration and respect for the game continues to grow.
This year's World Cup was no different. For the last 30 days, I've lived and breathed futbol (soccer).
But now that it's over, I am left with just one question....What am I going to do now?