The past two days have been a roller-coaster of emotions. Penalties to penalty kicks, ejections, hands of god, tears on the face of the hand of god, incapacitated professional athletes, continents and countries plunged into despair.
To try and get over the Argentina disaster I went to the Farmer's Market to gorge myself on cherries. On the way I saw an Argentinian friend who looked at me in my 1986 Maradona jersey, and could only say "we lost everything."
...This is part of what makes this tournament so amazing, why this year and every four years until I die, I will somehow spend a month watching the World Cup and little else. I made this promise to myself when I was a child, and I intend on keeping it. Every four years my faith in drama is renewed.
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