Once upon a time, I loved soccer. I lived it. Back in London, it was called football, and Ill assume it had something to do with the geographic interpretation of what hands and feet actually mean in the definition of a sport. Fast forward;- from where I’m standing, it is soccer but it still is beautiful as it is exhilarating.Thanks to my Chelsea ‘fanatic’ friend, I couldn’t help but watch the DVR version of Arsenal’s 2-2 draw with Manchester United. A loss at the Emirates Stadium would be borderline sacrilegious, for a team who are dying to preserve their unbeaten record this season and keep them top of the Premier League.
I miss London on days like this. William Gallas is not your go-to guy for goals, but strange things happen. Gallas had scored an own goal at the end of the first half to give United the lead, only to score another one to give his side the refreshing tie. For the rest of us that missed the game, the statistics may not mean much after all;- Arsenal's 25th match in all competitions without defeat, a club record and Man United's run of eight successive league wins come to a halt.
There is a reason why soccer is the world’s most popular sport, thrilling matches like this. A game that every minute has dramatic implications in a high stakes league, the only thing missing is the beautiful dancing girls usually called cheerleaders.
Either way, I am saving my energy for the most important event in history thus far, Patriots/Colts tomorrow. It’s a ‘battle of the bulge’, and I will trade my left arm for a lower section in the RCA dome tomorrow.
