I don't know anything about FIFA, do you? Or soccer, for that matter. Other than, there are guys like this who run it
And guys like this who play it.
And people like us (no picture available) who watch it.
We, as a group, hung out at a pub for the World Cup series last summer. We didn't really understand the finer points -- kicks, goals, flags and such. I'm talking men and women spectators, here -- we all shared the same dark.
"Hey, who won?"
"Maybe it started with a Q."
"Quazar? Quickstar? Something like that?"
"Well, someone won. A toast -- beer all around! More pizza?"
But in the end, we all appreciated the same thing, what soccer has to offer. As a sport, dare I say it -- as an art. What these players work, dedicate their lives to, and what we, as barely conscious fans, wait for. That moment, that moment when ...
Luke Burbank pretty much summed it all up, and this is a quote:
"I mean, they're physically so impressive. And then every time they score a goal, they become furious at their jersey. Like it’s ... Damn you, get this off of me. And then their beauty is even more on display. And then I'm like, you know what, hold the second order of wings. Because now I see what it's supposed to look like when you're a hot dude, and it's not happening, not at this Applebee's."