I am by no means a sports fan. In fact, if I’m being honest, it took me eight full days to bother turning on ESPN to tune into the World Cup — this despite New York City’s peculiar, nearly European-scale football/soccer mania which has surrounded me for over a week and permeated my consciousness.
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Let’s just say that Meg Ryan in “When Harry Met Sally” has nothing on me. I’m the girl who’s perfected her fauxgasm to the extent that I should be recording sound bytes for video games. I’m also the girl who sits bewildered, nodding her head as her assembled girlfriends trade stories about the guy who… READ MORE »