Soccer...errrr Futbol...

I've come to a realization... Something that I have to admit to the world.... Something that I've declined and denied.... I like Football... I mean Futbol... I mean...............Soccer. I've said it, I mean it. Growing up in a town where all the rich snobbish kids played soccer, I hated it. Hated the word, the sport and the kids playing it. I was a Football, Baseball, Basketball and Track kid. I thought soccer players were sissies and the sport was boring to play and watch. Two years ago I was caught red handed in a dark room with the remote in hand watching the grown men, grass stains and balls on a pitch. I have followed the USA through the past two years and now in the World Cup. I've made time on my day off to site and watch and deal with the sound of the damn Bees on TV (wait, it's an instrument... a horn of some kind... a VuVu what?) Watching the ref against Slovenia try to take this guilty pleasure from me really put a fire in my britches. In the next match as I'm mixing Sand mix for my bathroom reno for the new baby, I walk past the TV just as the rebound comes off and LANDONNNNNNNNNN kicks up into the Sweet 16.... Wrong sport... Knock out round.... Round of 16 whatever the hell these Futbol people call it. After that goal, America is my Urban Dictionary is synonymous with Landon Donovan. Is it Ironic that the Baby name if it's a boy is Landon...... You choose.... in the mean time... USA Soccer... Thats Landon...