The beautiful game that’s called “futbol”

Growing up in a small one floor house in the suburbs of Annandale, Virginia. The routine was simple. Every Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday Saturday and Sunday, there was a guarantee me and my dad would be watching futbol together. Whether it was the Copa Libertadores and Copa Sudamericana during the weekdays. Or watching La Liga, MLS (Yeah I know soccer, we get it) or the Premier League on the weekends. The plans would simple, watch the beautiful game, then go do either homework or some chores. It was a first instinct to do when you wake up at 7 A.M waiting for a Chelsea vs West Ham game then you also have Atletico Madrid vs Sevilla right in the afternoon, and then you end the night with D.C United vs New England Revolution (when they were actually good) At the end of the day, it would be my medicine for anything that would happen in life. Ladies and Gentleman,esto es futbol.