The month-ending July 9th, this Sunday, will end what I can only describe as a vacation, in-spite of having to work extra hours, becoming a father in six weeks, and taking part-time care of my mother and sister, post kidney transplant.
The 2006 World Cup has been a gift from God. It has helped lift my morale and forced me to relax. Regardless of how bad my workday has gone, or the lack of sleep, or the plethora of worry about my sister’s and mother’s recoveries, I know that watching the up coming match will cool whatever the summer heat has brought.
Even in Cote d’Ivoire, the warring factions pressed paused if only to revel in the possibility of their national team advancing to the Round-of-16.
I have been filled with a passion and excitement that persist through the hard couple of past weeks. Watching Zidane, Ronaldinho, Figo, and the rest remind us what is so beautiful not only about football, but life: the ability to universally defy the ordinary.
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