last month when mark asked me if i wanted to go to a soccer game in miami, he was met with a quick, "uh-huh!" he went on to explain that this was a big deal, the first time so-and-so has played here in x-number of years/ ever. he was really trying to sell it, but as evidenced by my foggy memory, he didn't need to. i've never been to a proper fútbol game, i know almost nothing about soccer, but i know enough to know if ac milan is playing chelsea fc at dolphins stadium, you go. moreover, one of the most fun parts of our relationship is that we're both down for whatever. i trust that his suggestions will be f-u-n, and vice-versa. so guess what? saturday we saw our first big-deal soccer game, and it was f-u-n... despite my eye twitching for fear of bleacher-collapse. (i read that once.) we've been so weirdly into sporting events lately that i'm creating a new blog entry tag here and now: jock jams.