WORLD CUP 2014
Desi’s been after me for years to join him at the WORLD CUP games. So here we are. In Brazil. Dude unbuttons his shirt to the navel, piles on the St. Christopher medals and carries on in the stands like a madman while watching his precious Spain lose to the Holland team. My eardrums ache from the nonstop roar of this wildass crowd. Can we go now?