Growing up, some of my fondest memories were waking up to the smell of bacon and the distant drone of an English Premier League soccer game on TV. I would lazily drift down the hallway, half-awake, the din of my dad whisking pancake batter and the muffled British-accented commentary over the game acting as a sort of homing beacon. Ever since I can remember, my dad and I have watched Arsenal games together almost every weekend. Yes, it is a bit peculiar that we cheer for a soccer team from London that plays over 4,000 miles away from our home in Atlanta, but thanks to my dad’s affinity for early 2000s Arsenal legend, Thierry Henry, we have been all in ever since.
September 27, 2024
