So I'll practice drinking strong beer until I puke on the guy in the bleacher seat in front of me. I'll learn to yell "f++k" a lot. And when my team does very well I'll run naked up and down Temple Lane after breaking things inside the Temple Bar.
(These lessons were learned in Dublin when I met some English gentlemen in town for a tournament,)
Anything else I should be working on?
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Just one - disappointment. This is the American soccer team you're suddenly rooting for. :^)
While sitting around a table this morning waiting for the rain to stop so we could engage in another Scottish import, one commented that he put soccer on fast forward until he noticed a score change, then rewound to watch the score. Then back to fast forward. JAGSC
Q: Why do so many kids decide to play soccer?
A: So they don't have to watch it.
You have to learn to embrace your inner xenophobe and develop a fierce hatred of foreigners whom your team competes against. Far from uniting people in sport it divides them along tribal lines. It started with kicking a defeated rival's skull around, and hasn't changed much since.
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