Whats the second-best thing?
For me, it’s been the schedule. See, my son (aka The CEO) wakes up every morning at 5:30 by opening his bedroom door, stomping out, slamming the door as hard as he can, stomping into our bedroom, then slamming our door as hard as he can. He’s like a human vuvuzela crossed with a tornado crossed with a car alarm. Once you’ve been awoken by the sound of two doors being slammed as hard as possible, there’s no going back to sleep. You’re up for the day. Never during the CEO’s reign of early-morning terror have I watched anything decent other than morning “SportsCenters” as I waited for 20 ounces of coffee to kick in. This month? I had the second half of every 4:30 a.m. PT game in Round 1, followed by the 7 a.m. game a little bit later. No offense, Hannah Storm and Josh Elliott, but it was nice to spend a few mornings watching a real sporting event instead of highlights of things that had happened eight hours before. For that reason alone, the 2010 World Cup will always be near and dear to
