I could really care less about soccer, but when you take your co-worker out to lunch because he's about to change jobs, and he chooses to eat lunch at his favorite middle eastern strip mall so he can enjoy 3 things: The comradarie of his Tunisian friends, good food, and Tunisia vs. Saudi Arabia, you tend to get wrapped up in the game after the whole restaurant erupts into hysteria when Tunisia scores its first goal. Its also strange to kind of visit an authentic middle eastern restaurant. I guess this is what white folks sorta feel like when they venture out to Eden in Falls Church to sample the Vietnamese cuisine. Its also strange to walk into a restaurant with a guy that knows everyone. Its like I was walking into Cheers with Norm or something. Along with long conversations in Arabic, the grown men kissing on the cheeks was a bit of a foreign thing again to someone that grew up entirely in America where personal space is such a big deal. I guess my co-worker is lucky that he has a place to go where everybody knows his name.