Nothing much to report here, save for the details of a little trip I took to the UPS package center (conveniently located in the middle of nowhere on the way to the airport for easy access) to pick up MY TICKETS FOR THE WORLD CUP.
Well, not all of said tickets, but some of said tickets. These are the tickets that I’ll get to use when the U.S. qualifies for the Round of 16. You know, the game where they’ll shock the world by upsetting Brazil? That one?
With every Juve director and Italian calcio official who steps down in shame, the dream gets a little closer.
(And yes, that’s a photo of the tickets. Pitiful, I know.)