FIFA
Heyo, this might genuinely be my favourite one to write. If you're not already aware, the FIFA World Cup began on the 11th of June, well, the 12th for us, because of IST — and my entire body already feels different. That specific kind of different. It's my 4th World Cup to watch. I saw my first in 2014, and I barely have any recollection except that some match was going on, the commentary suddenly changed tone, and my dad came sprinting out of the kitchen with a plate full of food in his hand, yelling, because some man out of 22 people who all looked exactly the same to me had scored a goal. It wasn't the goal. It was Pops' reaction to that goal that hit me somewhere deep, deep enough that I knew I had to watch this tournament again. That year, Germany v Argentina played the final, and Argentina lost. I kept thinking about it, kept asking Papa what this whole thing even was, and he told me it'll be back in 4 years, and then I could sit and watch every match I wanted...