Like Big Wheels, I missed the soccer generation.
Let me explain. My younger brother was the first in my family to get a Big Wheel, because they came out just at the right time for his height and weight. I was too big to ever ride a Big Wheel.
And by the time soccer came to my high school, I was already set on football, baseball and especially basketball. I didn’t have time on my hands to get into soccer because I was too busy doing the other stuff.
So, when it comes to soccer (or football as they call it in other parts of the world), I am a fair weather fan. I don’t particularly love the game, unless it is the World Cup, and even then, I only root for two teams, the United States and Ireland.
I remember several years ago when the Irish beat the Italians in the World Cup in New York. That gave me an excuse to go to the Dubliner and hoist of few pints in honor of my ancestral home (as if I needed an excuse).















