World Cup: The Brooklyn Brazilians

I almost forgot that the World Cup started today.  I knew it was starting soon, but for whatever reason didn't ever register the actual date, and then I walked out my door into a sea of yellow, and then one sad looking fellow with a red jersey (poor Croatia).

In any case, I'm so excited to follow the games, but also see the national pride in my neighborhood.  The street was filled with a pre-thunderstorm Brazilian contagious energy. 

One of the kids pictured walked past me earlier and as he did an elderly man said, "Ay Brazil!" and the pre-teen grinned and patted the logo on his chest with a nod. The cross-generational enthusiasm made me smile.

Speaking of smiling, it's closing in on a year since I've lived here, and longer than that since I had the dreaded dentist check-up.  I was already considering making this my dentist, but this World Cup score keeping may have sealed the deal.


I wonder if it will be Brazil all day, everyday (they seem to be the favorite anyway), or if each day I'll get to see new colors flooding the street.