This year’s World Cup had a historical end, Spain emerging victorious. The world was not united in emotion, though; some mourned, some rejoiced. But once again, I witness the engagement of football fans into a collective spirit. It is one filled with emotion, unspecific to creed, nationality, race, walk of life, or choice of team for the World Cup Final. In the midst of it all, I share some of my personal observations — and a word or seven about that blasted octopus.