I almost missed the match. We’d just gotten back from our long runs at Fort De Soto and we thought we were too late, that the U.S. women had already lost. Brian turned it on anyway, and I was in the process of dumping salty, sweaty running clothes into the washer when I heard him holler so loud I thought he might have dropped something on his toe. I came running out just in time to catch the replay of Abby Wambach as she sent a header shooting into Brazil’s net.
Pretty fucking amazing, especially when you consider that soccer is, like, a religion in Brazil, while here, people seem to really love it until they turn eleven and then they leave the youth leagues in droves to either go play other sports or they just can the whole idea of athletics together. (That was what I did. I played one year of soccer in fifth grade and I was so terrified of the ball hitting me in the face and so over my toes getting jammed up in my cleats that I quit at season’s end.)
I’m not really sure why soccer hasn’t ever picked up here – although I do love that World Cup fever has become A Thing – but it really ought to be bigger. I mean, why bother with Arena football, aka mini-football, when you can have soccer, or its bruiser of an older sibling, rugby?
Anyway, I just wanted to pop my head in to say I haven’t abandoned my little infant of a blog. For those of you who do not know me in real life, I work in news in the central Florida area, which provided the sun-drenched, palm-tree-studded backdrop for two of the biggest stories in the nation over the last week: the last space shuttle launch EVER and some trial involving some lady named Casey that you might have heard something about. (Guess which one I cared about more.) As a result when I left work most days, I barely had the energy necessary to crack open a beer and zone out in front of endless episodes of Law & Order, let alone write anything longer than a Twitter update.
So I’ll have new content for the blog starting tomorrow. Thank you for your patience!