
Match Day 16
Óscar Tabárez, chess master.
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Match Day 15
Today we updated our office World Cup bracket. It’s fascinating to hear people’s reasons for selecting their teams. You hear things like:
“Well my great great great great great great Grandpa on my step mother’s side was from Belgium. So yeah I’m going for Belgium.”
“The internet says Croatia is the best team in the tournament.”
“Sergio Ramos is my boyfriend. It’s serious. Like really serious.”
Hey, as long as your watching football, we’re good.

Match Day 14.
Two clean sheets in a row. Steady Brazzzzil. Steady.

Match Day 13.
I should be a football hipster and write a poem on Denmark or something. But damn, Messi’s back.

Match Day 12.
Quaresma is worth every dollar, euro and yen. A trivela goal in a World Cup match? Come on…

Match Day 11.
World Cup’s are at their best when strikers are baggin’ goals. How can you not score with a name like Radamel Falcao?

Match Day 10.
Toni Kroos scored an exquisite stoppage time winner, but Timo Verner‘s dribbling, speed, cutbacks, and tracking back, pumped the Mannschaft back to life.

Match Day 9
We’re in full World Cup mode now.

Match Day 8
Maybe because it’s the first year I’m taking the subway to work, but this is the first World Cup where I’ve noticed strangers rockin’ their countries kits.
This week alone I’ve seen 2 Argentinas, a Germany, and a Mexico. And then on Friday, out of no where, a French “Henry” number 12 shirt.
I always want to yell something real at these true believers. Something like “aww man, cool jersey bro.” The best I could muster was an awkward thumbs up to the German gentleman . He smiled an efficient smile and got off at the next stop.

Stoppage Time
Fox! Get Jorge Perez-Navarro a private jet. Or a helicopter. Or a Star Trek transporter. He should be calling EVERY match.
That is all.