Watching the match between France and Mexico in the Taco John's skyway store. One of the more exciting lunches I have had for a while. During the twenty minutes I watched, there was no scoring, but the depth of empathy and excitement among the spectators never flagged. I was hypnotized by the constant running, the mix of elegant footwork, brutal contact, and furious close play punctuated by long arcing flights of the ball that suspended movement, even breathing, in hundreds of thousands of spectators around the world.
I think I became a fan.