This year, barring a last-minute outbreak of philanthropy among the editors of The New Yorker, I will be joining the 99.9 per cent of fans who watch the World Cup from their favorite couch or bar stool. It’s not quite the same as singing “Knees up Mother Brown” while dancing in circles outside Azteca following a three-to-nil victory over Paraguay, but it sure beats listening to Darrell Issa or John McCain criticizing the Obama Administration for this, that, or the other.
John Cassidy on next week’s World Cup kickoff: http://nyr.kr/1hahntv (via newyorker)