It's hot. It's loud. Thousands of purple-clad revelers — I suspect many of them drunk — are alternately cheering, booing and dropping F-bombs when they don't like a ref's call.
And, like a maniac, I'm screaming with the rest of them, even though most of the time I'm not completely sure who or what I'm cheering for.
I have become an Orlando City Soccer Club fan. To quote the Talking Heads (the oldsters will know who I'm talking about): "Well … how did I get here?"
I don't even like sports. But in a family of three, two of whom most decidedly DO like sports, I am outnumbered.
The games are a spectacle, thanks in part to the exuberant...