So M has completely re-arranged his life to accommodate the Africa Cup of Nations.
The problem with soccer is that it’s #$%! all year around. There is no off season. There is always soccer being played somewhere on this planet. And M is either watching it or playing it or discussing it. To paraphrase Hermione Granger: at least my happiness doesn’t depend on the outcome of a soccer match. Or national pride for that matter.
Think of it: I come from the Philippines, where the national sport is basketball. Basketball, I tell you. In a country where few people even clear 5’6”.
The big mystery is why the US doesn’t have more of a soccer presence. Everyone plays soccer until at least the end of elementary school. And what happened to the women’s professional league?
I did get a smidgen of revenge when we were in SF on home leave: I made M watch figure skating. (M spent most of the vacation watching the Confederation Cup on the Spanish language networks. Goal!)