Beautiful Day

I was talking to a friend today and she was wondering what I thought of the death of Ken Lay. I really didn’t have an answer. I’ve had a lot on my mind.


She was more curious as to why I haven’t written about the different things that are going on. I assume she meant things like the War in Iraq, Afghanistan, North Korea launching missiles, Iran acting like Iran, US Troops accused of doing horrific things, and so on and so on. It’s a lot to think about, to digest. It’s almost too much.


Yet there is hope. We have soccer.


An estimated 1 billion people watched today’s World Cup final. The tournament will have grown even more this year in viewer ship and in attendance. For the first time as far as I can remember people are complaining in America about the tactics of the US Manager. People are arguing about referee calls.


This is why I can absorb the World in its current state. This is why I can hope.


When I see multiple World leaders at a soccer game like former President Clinton, current French President Chirac, German Chancellor Merkel, and others talking while watching a football match.


President Bush, who as far as I know isn’t the biggest soccer fan in the world, called the US Manager Bruce Arena before the US’s first match and told him to ‘give the Czech’s hell’. Reading articles online about foreign leaders ducking out of meetings to see how their teams are doing. Seeing the President of Brazil apologize for claiming their country’s greatest goal scorer Ronaldo was overweight. Hearing that the final debate between candidates for the Mexican Presidency was held BEFORE the World Cup because they knew that if it was held during then no one would pay attention.


This is why I can write about something else. Talk about something else. Worry about something else.  Because I know, that the World, as terrifying as it may seem, may just come out a better place. Because at the end of the day people can stop hating each other, stop condoning each other, stop hurting each other, and sit down, have a pint and watch a game and realize that they are not that different after all.


One thought on “Beautiful Day

  1. Everyone in the pub where I was watching the Cup clapped and cheered to see Pres. C raising a pint of Guiness w the other over-dressed fans.  I was kind of surprised at the reaction. Funny thing is — because I don\’t have a TV, I don\’t know about most of the drama of which you elude. I only go to public watering-holes to see televised sports events so I don\’t find out about stuff until a week or so later when the subjects are broached in Newsweek or the Economist. Maybe not having a TV – AND being a soccer fan – are good antidotes to world-wide depression?


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