A Football (Soccer) Crazed Yank
Having a love of soccer was no more my choice than was having two hands and feet. Both of my older brothers grew up playing the world’s game and my entrance into the fraternity was a forgone conclusion. That isn’t to say that I neglected more “American” pastimes like baseball and basketball. In fact, one would be hard-pressed to find a bigger Atlanta Braves fan. The fact of the matter remains that I am a HUGE soccer fan. Some of the best friends I have were my teammates on the inaugural Blue Crab United soccer club in Beaufort, SC. Since then I’ve gained a great amount of respect for a sport that, at times, captures the entire world’s attention.
While living in Argentina I discovered the deeper, more passionate aspect of soccer. For many around the world their favorite club or national team is more than a group of young men or women playing eleven a side soccer. These teams become part of their personal makeup. I lived in a neighborhood in Buenos Aires long associated with Club Atletico River Plate, one of the two major clubs in the city. To experience a Sunday match in our neighborhood was every bit as important to knowing Argentina as eating a meaty chorizo sandwich on the way to school. It was part of life in Buenos Aires.
I left Buenos Aires with a love of soccer that was somehow different than when I arrived. I experienced the passion of futbol argentino and it changed me. Explaining that to someone questioning my loyalties to a sport that is barely respected in my home isn’t easy, but I’ve done it before and, inevitably, I’ll do it again.

