So, the World Cup is happening. And I really don't think it would be possible for me to care less about it. I know, I know. In this age of major diaspora, I think I might be the only person in Toronto who doesn't care at all. I won't be hanging out at the bars to watch matches (or at the grocery store, for that matter--the Loblaw's mecca at Maple Leaf Gardens that I shop at has a big screen set up for those in the neighbourhood who prefer to do their shopping and footie watching at the same place), I'm not wearing the jersey or flying the flag of an ancestral or adopted country, and other than Ronaldo, (who has been everywhere lately) I couldn't name you another player on any team attending.
And yet, there are stories in this particular land of sport. This one is from World Cup 1982. Look at this guy's face: he is scared. Apparently, this West German player, Uli Stielike just missed a rather critical penalty kick. He is right in the midst of a huge moment of his life. What a great short story this would make ... if I knew anything at all about football.
Also, World Pride is here now! Yeah for middle-of-the-night dance parties and Chaka Khan impersonators and totally equal rights for all people.
Erin Bedford, writer.