I gotta say, living in Brooklyn, NY during a World Cup is something special. The city truly comes alive and the streets and bars are filled with people wearing their country’s colors. You can’t help but get wrapped up in it. Even if, like myself, you’re a complete novice when it comes to the rules and strategy of the game. The auto body shop up the block from us is filled with mexican guys cheering for their country and grilling some mean steaks every time Mexico takes the field. The italian guy, who owns the pizza place around the corner, just gave me an ear full on the “bullshit” that was involved in the coach’s decisions that cost them a trip to the elimination round. Needless to say, he wasn’t happy. My german friends are throwing a party tomorrow to watch the Germany/England game with all the german food and beverage you can possibly handle. Yes, Brooklyn and New York City during the World Cup is a special place to be. This sport might even grow on me. Can they just do something about the guys constantly faking damn injuries?