My wife and I were in a nearly deserted sports bar in San Juan a few years ago. There was only one other person there and a soccer game was playing on a huge wall-sized projection TV. The game seemed to end in a tie and we were on our way out when the other person told us we were crazy to leave at this point since the exciting game wasn’t over. Neither my wife nor I know anything about soccer, but the other fellow was so passionate we decided there must be a good reason to stay. The game went on for a while and there was no score until finally the teams lined up and began kicking the ball straight into the opponant’s goal. Still, nothing seemed to happen as each time ball was caught. Finally, somehow, the game ended and the lone patron stormed out of the bar. As we left, we saw him marching angrily down the street. Clearly, we had missed something exciting, but what it was remains a mystery.
“Clearly, we had missed something exciting, but what it was remains a mystery.”
That’s how many of the soccer folks would feel about watching a perfect game being pitched.
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