“I still don’t have cable, but I do have two feet. Yesterday morning, I realized that my best option for watching the Mexico versus Cameroon game was the local bar. On went my Mexico jersey and El Tri scarf as I debated whether I could honestly justify a pint of beer at 9 a.m. By the way, that was the least excited I had ever been while wearing a Mexico jersey. Maybe it was the cold. Maybe it was because I was half-awake. Mainly, though, it was because deep in my futbol-loving heart I knew the true answer was fear. Fear that Mexico would lose. Fear that after years of riding an emotional soccer roller-coaster, the national team would be the first squad knocked out of the World Cup.” ESPN