The Long Hard Kick

Recently I’ve returned from the United Kingdom. My time in Dublin Ireland was delightful, I would go back there or consider moving for a few years in an instant. London was good, but a little too large for my pace. 

Any black cab or taxi greeted me with the same question, “Who is going to be the next President? Hillary? Or Trump?”

This is what I’ve learned during my recent trip abroad...

In America, Detroit, we are really good at building fast cars. If you want a car that has horse power, goes really fast, in a straight line, your best options are going to be found by an American brand. If you want to have a feeling of tight handling and control, sharp in the turns, and stops on a dime when sheep sit in the middle of the lane through rolling pastures and hills between hamlets, there are several great options on that side of the pond.

In America, soccer (or football to the rest of the world) is an activity where mom’s and dad’s drive their kids to for practice and play. Vast tracts of land with several regulation sized, chalked out, well-equipped soccer fields sit side by side of one another with some of the greenest grass that have ever stained white socks. American kids kick long, straight, and hard to cover these distances between the goals. Soccer/football in other parts of the world are on single fields that are well worn. Having a ball is pretty special. Small spaces for practice like an alley, back court yard, or empty lot is where the children of the UK learn juggling, control, and short game skills.

There is more than a common language between good friends. There is an understanding that 2016 is turning out to be one odd year. As a fan of history, I think it is similar to 1913 in many ways… Who will win? I am an American. I kick long and hard, drive fast and straight, optimistic that things will be better, and willing to put in extra hours to get the job done. Not really something that comes across well in a 15-minute ride, but I certainly have a better perspective on the Briexit.