Maybe...

Soccer isn't the most boring sport on the planet after all. I mean, look at these players.

Actually, there was a time, way back in the day, that I kind of liked it. We lived in Scotland for a few years when I was younger where soccer, I mean 'football', is a big deal. I think I was 11 or 12 the summer my friend Diana came to visit. Unbeknownst to either of us her visit coincided with a soccer tournament taking place in our little town. A soccer tournament that brought boys our age over from America. They must have been there for a couple of weeks.

We followed those boys everywhere, including watching all their games. We could walk just about everywhere in town and if we couldn't we took a cab. Can you imagine letting your daughter catch a cab across town with friends at 11? We got to be friends with the boys on the team and Diana & I even 'liked' 2 of them. We were pen pals with these guys for a little while. Until the novelty wore off, I guess. The other day I actually found a letter I received from the boy I liked. I didn't think I still had it after all these years. I have to check with Diana to see if she still has any letters.

The funny thing is that the boys we liked were on a team from St. Louis. Twenty years after that summer in Scotland I married a boy from St Louis. Not one of the soccer players but I did ask my husband at one point if he ever played soccer. (No, he never did. Ice Hockey was his sport.) We got married in St Louis and Diana and I had a fun trip down memory lane one afternoon, trying to figure out if our soccer players lived anywhere near where my husband grew up.

And don't think I haven't checked to see if the boy I liked is on Facebook... he is. :)

World Cup, anyone?