...Or perhaps not.
Today World Cup 2026 concludes as the defending champion, Argentina, and Spain meet in MetLife stadium (assuming the skies over the New Jersey Meadowlands have cleared some more from the smoke). A month's worth of magic moments (and misery, too) and I authored not so much as a prepositional phrase about any of it.
As someone who is known for pulling over and watching eight-year-olds play PAL Soccer in fall leagues all across the region, I'm not happy that, for the moment, football (to give it its real name) is coming to an end (I don't count MLS and rarely watch it, sorry, not sorry).
I've watched as much football as two eyes and one brain can handle and maybe a little more. I don't really have words, or the right ones, to describe the World Cup, even as we we were one of the three nations hosting it.
Luckily for me (but more for you), I found someone's words to borrow, Jonathan Wilson, on this World Cup and the world in which we live. Enjoy.
-bill kenny
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