FIFA World Cup

The Absolute Chaos That Forced Me To Find Boston’s Best Viewing Spots You gotta understand, this whole mission wasn’t born out of some academic desire to rank bars. This was pure necessity. It was a matter of family survival. See,...

The Great Argentina Jersey Showdown: 2024 vs. 2022 Man, I swear I spend too much time thinking about things that don’t matter, but look, if you’re gonna drop serious cash on a piece of fabric, you better know exactly what...

Man, let me tell you about the rabbit hole I fell down trying to nail this specific detail. It started completely casually. My buddies and I were sitting around last weekend, yelling at the TV during a replay of the...

My Struggle to Find That Dang 2014 Bracket Okay, look, I know it’s 2024. Why in the hell would anyone be hunting down a perfectly blank, clean PDF bracket from the 2014 World Cup? You’d think this stuff would be...

I was just chilling, you know? Last week I was scrolling through the usual noise online, and I saw this absolute riot happening in the comments section of a football news page. It was about the new, massive FIFA Club...

The Hype, The Hunt, and The Hole in My Wallet I swear, that last World Cup got to me. I watched every single damn match, shouting at the TV like a lunatic. When the final whistle blew, I wasn’t just...

The Day I Promised My Mate Brian Paris, and Why I Had to Become an Internet Detective You know how you end up doing something completely ridiculous for a friend? That’s exactly how I got tangled up in the chaotic,...

The Absolute Grind: Compiling the CR7 Qatar Rollercoaster List Man, I swear, talking about Ronaldo at the 2022 World Cup felt like stepping into a digital mosh pit. You had the loyalists screaming about disrespect, and the haters treating every...

The Big Question: Can I Get Free Soda in Magic Kingdom? I’ve been hearing this debate since the first time I booked a stay at a Disney resort years ago. You buy that hefty, colorful, refillable mug—the one they call...

The Brawl That Started It All: Why I Dug Deep You know how these things start. It’s always some loudmouth friend who thinks they know everything. For me, it was Marco, my neighbor, over a couple of beers after the...