Unless you’re Amish, living under a rock, or completely ignoring all of humanity, you’ve caught a World Cup match or two over the past few days. The mania is everywhere, and for the American soccer fan, it’s heaven.
But I’ll bet there are more than a few of us that feel a bit conflicted. Everyone knows I’m a mad-crazed sports fanatic. Every Saturday in the fall is consumed by college football. My basketball season starts in October, with the first days of college practices. I die for March. Yet, over the past week or so, I’ve received more than several comments from my officemates about how I wasn’t “up” enough for the World Cup. They were surprised, they said, that I wasn’t sitting at my computer rattling off stats and discussing match-ups like I usually am during other parts of the year.
Wimbledon is here! Photo courtesy of @big_waz on Instagram
Happy Monday! If you had a tough time getting out of bed this morning, wake up! The sun is shining and it’s a beautiful day! People on the subway are still miserable, but that doesn’t mean you have to be. Just think of all the things that will make you happy this week. Here are some of mine.
Wimbledon: Any good Anglophile knows that today marks the beginning of one of the world’s classiest traditions. Break out your tennis whites and your best near-silent clap for the start of Wimbledon, which began today with a whole mess of really great matches.
You can follow the results at Wimbledon’s website, and I’d also recommend following Wimbledon’s Instagram feed for behind-the-scenes action and beautiful shots of those trademark grass courts. Predictions? I think Sharapova is on fire and I want to root for Murray, my Scottish brother-from-another-mother.
Before we get going with tonight’s Presidential Debate, I wanted to let everyone know that I found the root of the economic crisis, the unemployment rate, and the obesity epidemic.
Yesterday, while I was innocently sitting in a Chipotle on Broadway and 110th Street (I know, this doesn’t give me a lot of credibility), I spied a full-grown man wearing this Nike t-shirt. Ok, let’s walk it back slowly.
1) Why would anyone admit to being lazy? I can certainly think of a few people this t-shirt would fit perfectly, but I know none of them would own up to the fact that they are squandering their talents. I don’t know the gentlemen who was sporting this garb yesterday, but judging by his dirty hair, headband, mesh basketball shorts, and slippers on the sidewalk, I’d venture to say he wasn’t being ironic. So there are people out there who don’t care if others think they are lazy. Ok. Minus one for America.