The beautiful game

Though I'm cheering for France in Euro 2008, I am first and foremost a fan of the game. France played well in yesterday's game against The Netherlands, but the Dutch were sublime. Watching Van Niestrlroy's play to spin through two defenders and thread the ball to Robben was one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. It was like reading Emerson, only slightly more profound. Having it capped off with Van Persie putting the ball into the goal was icing on the cake.

It was a beautiful, beautiful thing to see. Robbed and Schneijder then followed it up with two more exceptional goals, while Henry demonstrated his former class in front of goal. It made my day. I was literally nearly in tears.

Last night I capped off a great day with a campout in Weber Canyon with Isaac. He was so happy to be up there, as was I. It was sweet to fall asleep to the sound of a river rushing by in the distance. I'm not sure that life could possibly get better than it was yesterday.

Except, perhaps, seconds ago when Isaac hit a single.

Unfortunately, I've got a flight to London this afternoon with a big contract to edit on the way there, and no soccer to see when I arrive. And life had been so good.... (-: