(Soccer, for those of you in North America.)

Russia has made it to the semifinal of the Euro Cup, which is a super big deal. Just making it to the quarterfinal was a really big deal. Russia hadn’t even made it that far in post-Soviet history. (The Soviet Union made it to the final in 1988.)

Kostia and I were on a train for most of the duration of the game. I listened to it on the radio when reception allowed, and Lenka SMSed me the score when it didn’t. It was very exciting. I don’t even know why I care, except that I can imagine exactly what it is like on the streets of St. Petersburg at this moment – full of drunk, happy people, on the whitest of the White Nights. (edit: Oh, and also because it’s fun to root for the underdog.) I kinda wish I was there.