So, I wanted to … wait a minute … hold on … Sorry about that. I’ve been a little distracted lately. I don’t really finish my train of … uh-oh … be right back … It’s really become a problem because … oh, Damnitt! … talking to you people and I missed a goal. Now that’s just great! Yes, it’s World Cup time at my house. That would be soccer for those of you who honestly could care less, and would rather watch ink in a ballpoint pen go dry. Hey, that’s your privilege. But me, I’m becoming fanatical. I’m one of those strange Americans who is hooked on the spectacle — 32 of the world’s top teams squaring off in Germany to decide whose supporters can drink the most beer. I mean, to see whose supporters can get arrested as the worst hooligans. Actually, to see who will be crowned world champion in the beautiful game. I love you World Cup. Why can’t you come every year? I’m addicted. I come home at lunch and catch a game. I took off Monday afternoon so I could see the Americans get trounced by the Czech Republic. And I spent an hour Tuesday fumbling with the VCR, trying to impress upon it how it important it was to tape the Brazil game while my wife watched Oprah. “Listen,” I told it. “You tape Oprah or Dr. Phil instead and I’ll trade you for TiVo.” I watch soccer year round, catching as … Continue reading Got Me Some World Cup Fever