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6.21.2002  
enlighten me
someone please explain to me why it is that grown men are crying over sporting events. i speak of the world cup.

first, i should confess that i do not follow soccer, never played soccer, and don't know anyone beyond mia hamm and david beckham. i really sucked at soccer growing up because, well, i guess it's a coordination issue. now hockey, i love hockey. but the rangers suck and i don't cry over it, even though often they compell me to. so what is the deal with soccer?

i read yesterday that something italian clothing company's stock dropped by a significant percent because it outfitted the italian soccer team and the team lost. that's amazing to me. (i tried to link the article but i couldn't find it. it was in the new york times.)

oh ether please tell me why.

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