THOUGHTS ON EL CLASICO

     As I sat down on my rotten, dilapidated couch to watch La Liga's season defining El Clasico, I did not expect much. To be quite honest, I thought it would transpire as many of the most recent few have; I thought it would be a game riddled by fouls, ruined by diving, and that the game would end in Barcelona's favor 3-1, or 2-1. I sat down expecting to be let down. Instead, I was treated to an absolutely riveting, attention demanding match between perhaps the world's best two sides. When the final whistle blew, I was not simply happy to have devoted two hours of my day to watching the match, but rather I was thoroughly appreciative that I had the pleasure to view such an affair.