I was a boy of 4, angered beyond speaking at something the neighborhood tough had said the day before about my beloved dog, Scamp. Blinded as I was by a crimson mist – and, yes, the sting of tears – I can’t say exactly what happened, but people from the old neighborhood still speak of the sickening thud and unforgettable howls of pain that followed.
Wait. Wrong ball, wrong story…
Tuesday night all owners of the right cable/satellite package and/or residents of Houston, Texas, can witness the first ball kicked in anger by a U.S. soccer club in 2009; subsequent nights...