Embry Wood Owen

i wasn’t expecting to watch today’s spain/germany match. in fact, i was expecting to sit at work for eight hours and be very productive. but a friend invited me to la nacional, a spanish restaurant downtown, and i couldn’t say no. this only happens once every four years, and spain is my team now, since they’re the last team in that speaks one of my two languages. it seemed like every spaniard in new york was packed inside the crowded basement with at least seven tv screens, the sangria and screams flowing.