Growing up in a Northeast suburb, soccer was something a lot of folks played. There were “soccer moms” who weren’t so much about being a consolidated voting block as they were carting their soccer-playing children around in a minivan. I might have seen a friend or two play a game, but I didn’t watch it on television. Indeed, most people I knew didn’t watch it on television. Mia Hamm and David Beckham weren’t (in the US, anyway) yet household names. In other words, soccer was kids’ stuff.
It wasn’t until I moved to Queens, the borough that is the source of much of New York City’s worldliness, that I got a handle on how big a deal soccer… ahem, football, is to the rest of the world. My neighborhood was a diverse one, and during the World Cup, there was an impromptu parade everyday following the game, thrown together by people of the winning nation. So, when I think of soccer, I think of the first New York neighborhood I lived in as a grown-up.

What do they make you think of?








