Soccer Sundays

“And whenever I pass the ball to Lido–fully aware that it is going to be miskicked and wasted–I have a pleasant, tingling sensation of being connected with something bigger and better than me, the sensation wholly inaccessible to those who think soccer is about exercise.”

I’m so glad I decided to–finally–start reading my copy of Granta 108: Chicago last night.  Aleksandar Hemon’s essay, “If God Existed, He’d be a Solid Midfielder” really put me in the mood for my Sunday morning soccer league; even at 8:00 a.m.