soccer, soccer everywhere—not a ball to kick

a world cup blog to reckon with. last time around, world cuppish, i went with one of the authors to various spots around nyc to watch games lives. we watched ireland in an irish pub at 3 am. we watched senegal in a senegalese neighborhood in harlem at 6 am. they played turkey at that particular hour on that particularly hot saturday morning and we were the only gringos there and everyone was speaking french and then, one guy, offered commentary in english expressly for us: "fear the lion. turkey is soft."