Orphaned again
In 1994, when the World Cup Soccer was held in the US, I along with a few friends saved up for months and made plans months in advance to make the best of it by going to as many games as possible. And we did. We had just started out in our professional lives and money and days off were scarce but we managed to make the best of it. The inevitable did happen and the Tournament ended. The feeling that prevailed then was best described my friend Angel form Madrid. He said, "I feel like an orphan".
I have the same feeling once again. After managing to watch most of the WC games live (thanks to Dish Network) I feel this void, feel a little lost.
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