My memories of World Cup soccer extend back to 1994, when as an 11-year-old who discovered the event by accident (nobody was around to tell me to watch soccer back then) I rooted for the Dutch because ...
One cold November morning, I was on Seventh Avenue and 50th Street in Manhattan, on my way to a Dunkin’ Donuts. For most people, such an excursion is not a particularly exciting part of the day. But ...
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