The granddaughter is glued to the world cup. I glance over now and then, stopping to focus at times. My mom and dad talk to each other across the cabin, oblivious. Mom is watching now, because the game happens to be there. If the game were a cooking show, she would be watching that. She wanders away.
Argentina hasn’t scored in 292 minutes the announcer says. Soccer has not become an American pastime and we looked pretty sad as we played in this World Cup. Back and forth and back and forth the U.S. players ran, mostly on the wrong side of the field.
We are going to get better. My bilingual students love this sport. When I go to games after school, I watch the passion, the skill, the persistence. It won’t happen this year or next, but we are going to win the World Cup within the next couple of decades. The face of America is changing and our World Cup prospects will change too.
Readers, how do you feel about the World Cup? If that journal topic does not appeal, you might write about why you like your favorite sport.
