Last week, I had the pleasure of attending an All Boys match in Buenos Aires. It was sublime. The crowd, the energy, the play, everything was just beautiful. Throughout the match, there was an old man who kept pacing and alternating inhaling his cigarette and kissing his rosary depending on how tense the game was at that given moment. It was my favorite part of the game. Watching this lifelong fan support his team. Sport and faith colliding in a series of tiny moments….his team won.