Despite the human rights abuses, the poverty, the corruption, and the waste, I’m still a nut for the World Cup. I love seeing competition bring people together, watching which players will show their best and which will show their worst. I love seeing the greatness of the world’s elite athletes on full display. I love the battle for position, the chess-like strategy, the heroics, the scrapy-ness of the smaller countries, and the pressure on the perennial powerhouses.
A few weeks ago, before all the excitement bubbled over in Brazil, an organization I’ve been friendly with, the Burma Community Rangers Organization, Continue reading