Like most Americans the past few weeks I invested far too much in this thing called soccer and the tournament known as the World Cup.

Monday afternoon my son and I shared a pair of authentic experiences, first watching the Spain-Portugal match in a Mexican bar, then watching the U.S.-Belgium match at home with hot dogs and Coca-Cola. Unfortunately that latter match was very authentic, with the Americans playing like, well, the 20th century version of Americans playing soccer.

Classic. Unfortunately.

Well, it was fun while it lasted.