I would never have described myself as much of a soccer fan. I played for 2 years as a goalkeeper in elementary school because I struggled with the act of kicking a ball. I played some Fifa with one of my closest friends, but that was only because it was that friend’s preferred game. I watched games every four years, until the USMNT was booted out in the World Cup Qualifiers in 2018 and it seemed it would extend to an 8-year hiatus. Naturally, I was pretty shocked when someone I’d deemed as my “childhood idol” asked me if I’d want to take his soon-to-be vacant second season ticket to Real Salt Lake games.
Opinion: Jazz Beat Writers Deserve Our Flowers, Not Disrespect
