He Bleeds Red, White, and Blue ... and Black (???)

So it's true. My husband is one of those closet writers that peeks his head out every once in a while. He's actually a very good writer (okay, so I'm kind of biased), which is actually quite annoying. He whips stuff up in moments and it's good! While I, on the other hand, slave away and THEN it's tolerable. I know. The hardships I go through.

Anyway, he's a soccer fanatic and his favorite soccer site www.goal.com was having a contest. He entered and his entry was chosen for the winner of the day and is a finalist for the grand prize. Yep, he's cool.

So if you're a soccer fan, have lived in Korea or overseas, gone to a World Cup game or are just terribly curious to read my hubby's story, click HERE.

But if you're like me and don't want to click, here's an excerpt:

I bleed red, white, and blue . . . and black.

"Wait," you say. "You’re American. You mean just red, white, and blue. You are an American, right?"

Of course! Dreams of Donovan, Dempsey, and Altidore dance through my head at night.

But there are other dreams too. Of Park Chu-Young. And Lee Chung-Yong. And Park Ji-Sung. Dreams of the Taeguk Warriors strutting their stuff to the world with the red, white, and black of the Taegeukgi, or the Korean flag flapping to the beat of seventy-thousand Red Devil fans chanting, "Dae Han Min-guk!"

So, I bleed the colors of both countries. Opposite sides of the world. Allies in history. Rivals on the pitch. Both teams dominant in their own respective FIFA conferences. Both teams not taken seriously by "real" soccer nations. And my own beating heart in the middle.