Okay, I gave the FIFA World Cup a try. I watched one match – USA vs. Belgium – from start to finish. I saw every kick, pass, dribble and header; every goal and every miss; every injury whether real or flop. It was interesting but not electric, at least not for me.
It’s not that I don’t like soccer. I just don’t know the game, and that’s mostly because I didn’t grow up with it. And that, in turn, is because it wasn’t “fed” to me or instilled in me by my parents. I didn’t watch it and learn it because my parents hadn’t watched it and learned it.
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