I finally found something to entertain my dull afternoons. You see, after noon, I have absolutely nothing to do. With no job right now, I have nothing to do but read "The Chronicles of Narnia" over and over. No offense to C.S. Lewis, but even that can get a tad boring.
So a week ago today I decided to flip through TV channels, and see if I could find a miracle of an interesting show. After rummaging pass a jewelry channel, I stumbled upon a soccer game where the U.S. was facing the Czech Republic.
"Is this live?" I thought to myself. Sure enough, a little "live" symbol reassured me that it was. "What the heck? So what if it's soccer?" I didn't expect much.
Ninety minutes later a realization hit me: I liked soccer. I liked the devotion, I liked the speed, I liked the raw emotion that the players showed, I liked the fact that in those 90 minutes I was fully interested, even though people that watched that sort of thing told me soccer was boring.