#19 1990 World Cup? Ha! I'll never forget that one! I was still in the Air Force and was stationed in Sardinia, Italy at the time, so I got to experience the Italians' incredible, life-and-death passion for the game, with the added excitement and intensity of them being the host country. Had no interest in soccer before that. After the Italians were beaten by Maradonna's Argentina in the semi-finals, I rooted for Germany in the final, quickly became a Jürgen Klinsmann fan, and they've been my favorite team since--have their jersey with four stars hanging in my closet. As a funny aside, I almost got my butt whipped by Italian police because of the 1990 World Cup. Out an about in the city of Cagliari with an Italian friend, out of the blue I was swarmed by Italian Cops (Carabinieri) with night sticks at the ready. As a tall fair-skinned guy, I didn't look like the shorter, darker locals and was mistaken for an English Hooligan who happened to be tearing up the town that day due to match in the city between Holland and England. Luckily, my Italian friend instantly understood the mistaken identity and shouted "Lui e Americano"--he is American! Saved me from a butt wuppin'! Good times. Speaking of Jürgen Klinsmann, nobody seeing a connection between him being fired and the current failure to qualify for the 2018 WC?