Sometimes I have trouble deciding what to write about.
Brazil's heart-stopping, soul-crushing defeat to Germany in the World Cup semifinals? Yeah, that's worth a lot of words. At dinner, it was all we talked about. And it will be talked about by many, probably for decades to come.
After the third goal, I wanted to yell. After the fifth goal, my emotions overwhelmed me. I wanted to be there, run onto the field, and beg for them to end this horrifying game. I wanted to turn the game off or run away, but I just curled up into a ball.