The great Brian Philips writes about the World Cup. Looking at old pictures of my friends I feel the same way. He says:
Something I’ve noticed since I entered my mid-thirties is that no one
ever looks the right age anymore. When I see friends I’ve known for
years, they’re always a little older than I expect, a little different
from the images I’m carrying around in my head. But when I see old
pictures of them, pictures from the time when those mental images ought
to originate, they look astoundingly, impossibly young. No one was ever
as young as they look. They look like elves with goofy hair. So what am I
picturing when I think of them? Something that never really existed,
probably. Something both finished and unfinished, a story I’ve told
myself. We tell ourselves stories to make time bearable. But the World
Cup is over now, for all that it meant and all that it didn’t mean.
Great end to a great tournament. See you you in 2018.