Yesterday, I was heartbroken from the USMNT’s World Cup loss to Belgium after 120 minutes of play. I mean, just try not to cry watching epic goalkeeper Tim Howard’s post-game tearful interview.
Emotionally investing in the World Cup means opening up to the possible triumph and the possible pain. Alas…to be a U.S. soccer fan is to be vulnerable. I wonder if this is why we only have a deluge of U.S. soccer fans once every four years? (me = guilty of this).
I ran into this C.S. Lewis excerpt a few times this week, and it feels like a fitting connection to World Cup woes. I’m pretty sure C.S. Lewis had
marriage sports-related heartache in his mind when he wrote this:
“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.”
C.S. Lewis, excerpt from The Four Loves