In the early summer of 1998, when I was thirteen, my family decided to make an unusual upgrade to our rural British Columbia home: bolting a satellite dish to the side of our house. The specific reason? To be able to watch the FIFA World Cup in France. For weeks, we gathered around the TV, cheering and gesticulating, to watch the tournament held on the other side of the world. For as long as I can remember, mine has been a soccer family.