PSA: every four years for about four weeks, I morph into another being that lives and breathes futebol and futebol only. Yes, there is much fuckery in sports. Yes, there is much madness in the world. Yes, my life is in shambles. And...for a brief moment, I will rejoice in witnessing the beautiful game. I will lose my voice screaming in bars across the city. I will cry and maybe kick over trash cans in public. I will only wear Seleção Brasileira colors. I will drink a lot of seltzer with bitters and twist of lime. I will hug and/or high-five complete strangers. I will not stop obsessing over every detail of every match. I will test the limits of our friendship (if we hang irl!) Do NOT @ me!










