I don’t want you guys to think that I’ve been completely slacking off, but the truth is that I find it nearly impossible to focus on anything other than soccer during World Cup time. Four years ago, I worked at a company with a much more restrictive firewall. The downside to this was that I couldn’t watch games at my desk; the upside was that I actually took lunch breaks (ah, the luxury!) and caught bits and pieces of the matches in bars and restaurants. This time around, I’ve watched almost every clash on my computer or from my couch, and now that we’re down to serious business—the round of 16 wrapped up this week, quarterfinals start tomorrow—that just won’t cut it.
Last Saturday morning, I dragged the Carnivore out of bed and into the city to watch Korea vs. Uruguay in the heart of Koreatown. We opted for Players, seemingly the Nevada Smiths of Ktown; we got there an hour before kick-off, and the line was down the stairs, out the door, and down the block.
