Just one day away.

We leave tomorrow for a land caught in soccer. If our days are like the first three days of the World Cup, I will be the globe's luckiest guy. (Come to think of it, my girls already make me feel that way.) Our journey will be a long one. But I am determined not to let it concern me. And anytime I think of how long it's taking, I'm going to try to remember the European teams that went to the first World Cup in 1930 -- it took them three weeks by steamer to get to Uruguay.