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 ...