Sunday, June 04, 2006
7 Days
By this time next week, I'll be flying the Friendly Skies to Germany. Seems like it couldn't be true, but it is. Why the emotional overflow? Every soccer player dreams of playing in the World Cup. Representing your country. Scoring a goal and doing a World Cup slide (on both knees as your teammates mob you.) Playing a game that's watched by 100 million people.
At some point, we realize that we won't ever play professionally, never earn a penny at this game. And the dream just intensifies. We soon become even older than the current crop of players but that still doesn't matter. We're hooked. We want to go to the Cup. So we buy our tickets, make our reservations, await patiently, and then get our chance.
We'll never see the pitch but that hasn't mattered for many years. We love our country, our team, and we'll be there. In person. To watch history. Hopefully we won't lay an egg and go home after three games. But no one is thinking of that. There are far too many better possibilities to dream. (Bostrom)
At some point, we realize that we won't ever play professionally, never earn a penny at this game. And the dream just intensifies. We soon become even older than the current crop of players but that still doesn't matter. We're hooked. We want to go to the Cup. So we buy our tickets, make our reservations, await patiently, and then get our chance.
We'll never see the pitch but that hasn't mattered for many years. We love our country, our team, and we'll be there. In person. To watch history. Hopefully we won't lay an egg and go home after three games. But no one is thinking of that. There are far too many better possibilities to dream. (Bostrom)
