But this year is a different. Because, you see, tomorrow marks the start of the world's greatest sporting event: the World Cup.
And insofar as New York City is a microcosm of THE ENTIRE WORLD, it's a truly wonderful city to be in for the quadrennial return to pure and arbitrary tribalism expressed through national athletic teams. As such, we'll be sending our writers to the far flung corners of the five boroughs to take in opening round games with fans of the more obscure teams (go Ghana!)—because we can't afford to send anyone to South Africa (or even Jersey). For example, I'll be at Zebulon tomorrow for the France v. Uruguay fixture, and Berry Park on Saturday for England v. America, and Marco "Van Basten" Asch will be at Fort Greene's South African restaurant Madiba to watch the host nation take on Mexico.
This is going to be fun.