When I was eleven, at the height of my obsession with soccer, my parents surprised a friend and me and took us to a World Cup match to see USA vs Brazil. Twenty years later, it’s still one of my favorite memories: I remember the electricity in the crowd, the exultant drumming Brazilian fans, the red white and blue clad Americans and feeling a connection to a sport I loved deeply. My days of playing soccer are long over, but there’s something about watching the games that makes me feel like a kid again. Have a great weekend.
