I used to openly make fun of soccer. I played it as a child, but the fanaticism of the international fan has been lost on me for most of my life. Those people are out of control.

Or so I thought.

It’s World Cup Time and I am addicted. Hooked. I simply can’t get enough. I watch every match I can. I record the US games at 6:45 in the morning. I watched Brazil play in the middle of the night. Whatever strange little neuron makes people go crazy for running around chasing a white ball for an hour and a half and trying desperately to bash things with your head has fired in my brain. I am a Football fan. I know the lingo even.

Who wants to trade shirts?

(Also, we have a new winner, check her out)