My girlfriend has made plans to pick up a Christmas tree tonight; it'll be my first since I was about 8, and even then it was plastic and had a new car smell, if any. This is all very fitting because tonight really is like Christmas eve.
A little over six months ago, a gift was wrapped and readied for me in the form of a $2600 charge to my credit card. CUP TICKETS. Unlike last time around when we were comprehensively shutout in the ticket lottery, our merry band of travelers actually managed more tickets than we even really knew what to do with. But until now, without the groups and fixtures set, each of those tickets is still only a fantasy, a set of very expensive maybes. Maybe it's the gift I've been dreaming of: Torres, Fabregas, Rooney… Or maybe a lump of coal: Algeria vs. Korea DPR.
In a few hours time, we finally get to unwrap those gifts. For us, tomorrow really is Christmas, because only then will these fantasies become tangible; only then will the World Cup become real.
I think maybe I'll stay in tomorrow morning, make myself some cocoa, huddle up by the tree and fill out my brackets like a child making up for so many tree-less Christmases. A holiday this momentous only comes around every four years… might as well enjoy it with a tree.
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