This is my younger brother. He is still living at home with our parents so I only see him when I go home. We are currently celebrating Spain's agonizing win over Paraguay by texting and calling each other ecstatically in tears. Certain idiots like to poke at my intense love for the World Cup but I don't care. We were raised in a family that lives and breathes fútbol: our mom played when she was in high school and our dad misses the games because he works hard during the day to support us but watches the day's games as soon as he comes home. I love the sport and the World Cup only comes once every four years and I plan to enjoy the next four games to the fullest until it's over.