I confess.  I have never been a soccer fan.  My excuse?  I grew up in Houston in the 1950s.  There were no soccer teams or leagues that I knew of.  Soccer was a game played up north and in other countries. I also confess that I have enjoyed watching and learning during the current World Cup, although terminology has been difficult. I know that baseball is played on a diamond, football on a gridiron, basketball on a court, ice hockey on the ice, and NASCAR drivers compete on a track, but a “pitch” was a new term for me.  Some terms need to be unlearned and re-learned.  I briefly participated on a Golden Gloves Boxing Team during my college years, so I know what a “Knock Out Round” means but now it has a different meaning. I could actually have played soccer in my younger years. I took a Drama class in High School so I would have been able to fall-down and pretend to be injured, like I see the real players do.  It’s a shame that they can’t just, “rub a little dirt on it.” Although I have watched soccer matches for my kids, grandkids, and great grandkids, I never really knew when to yell and when to sit quietly, but I am learning. Actually, no one seems to sit quietly at a soccer match. Being a biblical semi-scholar, I often find myself trying to connect life events with scripture.  It’s a stretch, but even soccer is allowed in the Bible – “To everything there is a season” (Ecclesiastes 3:1).