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Soccer. World Cup. Spain thrashing Costa Rica. Japan surprising Germany. Argentina disappoints. You call them obstructions, I call them life. It’s not your life, it’s those on the pitch, it’s the gamblers, it’s the financiers, it’s the soccer world… it’s not you. Fans don’t matter. Fans shouldn’t matter. Real people died for the stadiums these teams play in. I care but I don’t want that to spoil my enjoyment. Let my team win, let me celebrate, let there be joy. Joy on the skeletons of men who fled for a better life, of wives that are widows, of children that are orphans? My team scored. So? What does it matter in the grand scheme of things? Nothing is perfect. Few things are as imperfect as this.

My brain kills my joy. Even when my team wins.