A bonus letter this week, about the World Cup!!! I’ve gone from “Church Girl” to Sports Girl. The USMNT plays this morning at 10 AM ET.
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Every four years I remember that I love watching soccer, or as well call it in the industry, “The Beautiful Game.” By “the industry” I mean my living room; by “the beautiful game,” I mean a sport with even more drama than the NBA — and that’s indeed bellissima to me!
My soccer knowledge is limited to the Amanda Bynes-Channing Tatum classic She’s The Man, the one time I cried on a plane watching Bend it Like Beckham, and Blake Lively original nose at soccer camp in the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. A worldwide tournament? With hundreds of players and dozens of teams, and a game I’m still starting to understand? I’m: tuning in every day, and I’m also: Issa Rae at the Emmys that one time saying “…
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