We all watched Little Cuter play soccer, we loved the Women's World Cup teams, but that was the extent of our soccer madness.
Yet, when Portugal won the European Cup on Sunday afternoon, I knew that they were playing without Ronaldo, the premier player in the world (unless you like Messi), who had hoped to win in his 4th and final attempt to bring a major championship home.
This knowledge crept into my brain without my active participation. I've watched none of the games, though I've sat on the couch reading a book while TBG was enthralled... or napping. I haven't listened to the sports talk shows since the Cavaliers made his heart sing, and I know we haven't talked about soccer over dinner or folded laundry.
I can't remember the name of the tree with the pink flowers in my front yard, but I have Futbol! information at the ready. I find this to be sad and funny and startling and amusing all at the same time.