The World Cup just zipped by. There it went. Gone. It’s over. Like that. It started, then it finished, in one fell swoop. The group stages are the best times, as everything’s up for grabs. Everybody’s figuring out who’s who and what’s what; which teams are good, which teams are under performing. The group stage seems to go on forever. Then the sweet 16 starts and they play double-headers which ends the sweet 16 in a heart beat. Then for the quarter-finals they play double-headers which sweep right through those in one or two days and it feels rushed. It’s as though every four years something really cool happens, and then it’s over too fast. It would be as if Apple decided to keep their technology to themselves and every four years they’d drive an open train cart back and forth from Cupertino to San Rafael – right next to George Lucas’s house – for two weeks and then close everything up for the next four years. It would be very expensive to travel there, lodge at hotels, eat out, and reserve places along the road to catch a glimpse of the neat stuff, and then, like the wind, it’d be done and over with.
At the Sweet 16 and quarter-final rounds FIFA should play one game per day, so we can drag it out – drag out the drama, allow us to absorb everything that happened in one day, talk about it, dissect it, analyze it to death, like a verse from Keats or Shakespeare, and then play a single game the next day. Slow it down FIFA, give us some time to enjoy the one thing that comes around like a rare comet, like the perihelion of Neptune, every four years.
At the Sweet 16 and quarter-final rounds FIFA should play one game per day, so we can drag it out – drag out the drama, allow us to absorb everything that happened in one day, talk about it, dissect it, analyze it to death, like a verse from Keats or Shakespeare, and then play a single game the next day. Slow it down FIFA, give us some time to enjoy the one thing that comes around like a rare comet, like the perihelion of Neptune, every four years.
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