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2008-09-11 10:24 PM Kicking It So last night Matt and I watched the Trinidad and Tobago vs.USA World Cup qualifier game. Actually, I read and glanced up every so often and Matt watched until he fell asleep on the sofa. Once the game was over I just left ESPN2 on as background noise. I looked up once or twice when I heard a semi-distinctive Irish voice - Colin Farrell.
I must say, I used to be a teensy bit into him when he first started becoming popular, but once he did that weird as hell Alexander and started letting himself go, turning into some wannabe grunge-master dirtball, I lost interest. And I didn't really pay any attention to what he was talking about - I saw who it was and went back to my book So anyway, I went back to reading until some phrase, said in another very Irish accent caught my attention. This time it was just some unknown Irish kid talking about being away from home for 2 years, trying to stay clean and on the methadone and wanting to play football (soccer) - WHA?? Ok, so now I'm intrigued. Come to find out this kid is trying out for some sort of "World Cup" soccer team - but by the look of him (not to mention the heroin-cum-methadone addiction) I realize he's not talking about THE World Cup. He's talking about the HOMELESS WORLD CUP I start to pay more attention and get sucked in to the film, Kicking It. This is a film I think everyone should see. However, BE PREPARED. I cried almost the entire time. Sometimes I cried because of the horrific circumstances these people are dealing with; I cried because of the opportunities this tournament brought these people; I cried because of the undeniable joy so many of these people felt being allowed to be a part of something way bigger than they could have ever imagined themselves involved in. The documentary follows 7 players from different teams around the world - USA, Afghanistan, Russia, Ireland, Kenya, and Spain, just to mention a few of the 48 countries being represented. This was an unbelievably moving and inspirational documentary. I'm usually not the documentary watching type, but once I started, I couldn't stop. Read/Post Comments (1) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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