Steamed towel. Sweat pores. Graceful straight razor, aftershave. Stiff spined, I howl.
Mansions scream out. Tents hide beneath the canopy. Light rails dart above.
Match Day 25 Antoine Griezmann is a #19. He holds the ball up like a hulking #9 and playmakes between the lines like a #10. Shot out to IBWM on the background.
Match Day 24 I already miss my first sips of coffee at kickoff with Jorge Perez-Navarro yelling “It’s soooccccer timeeeeeeee.” I already miss William Carvalho trotting around Portugal’s midfield with a Ballon d’Or worthy stache’ And I already miss Saturday morning pickup soccer. When the World Cup hums on in the background of our lives, we […]
Match Day 23 Impossible to not write a poem about The Legend of Modrić. Also, Luka could pass for a real life Link.
Match Day 22 That no look, dragback, backheel, roll, flick, thing… OMG Mbappé 🔥 pic.twitter.com/GjCvhdxyH9 — FOX Soccer (@FOXSoccer) July 10, 2018
Match Day 21 Only during a World Cup quarter-final can a bunch of drunk strangers in a pub turn into family. Wait, no. They’re still drunk strangers. Gotta feel for Russian Brazilian thoroughbred colt Mário Fernandes. My man has to be right back of the tourney.
Match Day 20 He left Raja home. Started Chadli and Fellaini. Finished Brazil and reached the semifinals. Ok. Bobby is not Pep Guardiola, but he is guiding Belgium through a memorable summer. Respect due.
Match Day 19 What England is this? Jamie Vardy sprinting around in extra time, poppin’ his bubble gum? Confidence.
Match Day 18 I’ve been watching this World Cup in chunks. It’s been a mix of late lunch break treadmill jogs, hijacking my brother in-law’s DVR and refreshing ESPN on my phone until the data plan exploded. I long for summer days, free from responsibility where my mornings and late afternoons were planned […]