Reefside, California, Sunday Fandom Time
There was some significant whooping and hollering going on inside the McKnight household this afternoon, which -- combined with Conner's pronounced predilection for the color red -- led some of the neighbors to suspect he'd been rooting for Canada in the hockey game.
This had nothing to do with hockey at all, or with the Olympics at large, in fact: it had everything to do with the phone call he'd just concluded. Sometimes being the unsuspecting founder of a rapidly growing soccer program had its major, major perks.
"Who got tickets to the World Cup, baby? Awwwwwwww yeah, McKnight has got the hookups! I'm goin' to the World Cup! I'M GOIN' TO THE WORLD CUP! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
. . . yeah, that'd clear it right up, neighbors.
This had nothing to do with hockey at all, or with the Olympics at large, in fact: it had everything to do with the phone call he'd just concluded. Sometimes being the unsuspecting founder of a rapidly growing soccer program had its major, major perks.
"Who got tickets to the World Cup, baby? Awwwwwwww yeah, McKnight has got the hookups! I'm goin' to the World Cup! I'M GOIN' TO THE WORLD CUP! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
. . . yeah, that'd clear it right up, neighbors.