Luckily it only happens every four years, because I'm not sure I could tolerate this level of soccer enthusiasm (insanity?) on a regular basis. But watching Hiroshi go to any and all extremes to watch Japan in the World Cup is kind of endearing. On Monday morning, though he was supposed to be at work, Hiroshi got clearance from his boss to come in two hours late so that he could watch his beloved country battle Cameroon. He happily sat at an Irish sports bar, drinking coffee and watching the game simultaneously broadcasted on four giant flat screen televisions. Kizuki and I decided on a whim to join him for the second half. Hirohi watched the game and we watched him clapping and gasping all by his lonesome. It was very entertaining all around.
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