The daily feast of World Cup football is over. The quarterfinals ended today, and the defenses are clamping down tighter and tighter as we go. About three goals per game in the group stage–that was fun. Of course, maybe one or two of those matches were fixed. Alas.
Round of sixteen 1.86 goals per game. Quarterfinals 1.15 per game.
The young miss was disappointed her favorite Premier League team’s US appearance is on the left coast. I asked if she wanted to come with me to the twin cities area to watch my team play a friendly versus Minnesota United. Swans versus Loons. Who thought up that one?
I told her she could teach me a British accent and we could alienate the Minnesota fans. “If we go to that game, Dad,” she said, “I’m rooting for Minnesota.”
I think maybe I’m leaving the little turkey at home.
Catholic Sensibility 