After more than two decades at The Washington Post, my luck has come in. I’ve gotten a dream assignment. I’m going to spend a month or so anchoring The Post’s first World Cup newsletter. (I hope you’ll sign up.)
My regular job is as a Post national correspondent, writing primarily about the American west. My only credentials for this are that I have spent a lot of time overseas in soccer-loving places, as a Post correspondent and as a tourist. I also watch an unholy amount of soccer. Just ask colleagues and friends who have been well-drilled in my strict “blackout” rules on match days designed to preserve my ability to watch DVR’d games when I get home from work (or from my son’s often middle-of-nowhere travel tournaments.