World Cup Wanderlust
It's here, one of the moments I wait for with eager anticipation every four years. It's World Cup season. To tell you the truth, I don't even know why I love World Cup or what ever drew me to soccer. But after reflecting, I think it's tied to a childhood memory with one of my most favorite people in the world, my "Uncle" Jack. It was 1994. I was 12 and spending one of many summers in Dallas, Texas. The World Cup was being hosted in the USA . I knew nothing about soccer, but I loved my Uncle Jack, and my Uncle Jack loved soccer. So soccer we watched. Dallas was one of the host cities. He bought me my first World Cup t-shirt. I loved that thing; I wore it until it was bleached out from being washed so many times. I remember Marcelo Balboa and his famous bicycle kick . (I just looked him up, he actually coaches soccer in Colorado these days!) Fast forward four years later, to 1998. This was my first trip to France and for those who remember, Franc