The place to be right now.

Clearly, Germany: specifically, Munich. Real* football. Cool names like Ronaldinho and Real Madrid’s Robinho (he’s subbing for Ronaldo, but how could I resist ?). Michael Owen kicked off my initial fascination, but the fever pitch surrounding the sport is just rousing, good fun. The Guardian actively encourages pestering Mr. Doyle “with all manner of hilarious emails” along with its window to “follow discreetly at work.”

So if you’re watching some early-morning/afternoon footie at a rowdy, dingy bar in NYC whilst having a spirited discussion in the vein of Mark E. Smith's sage advice, look for me. I’ll be drinking a pint and shouting just for the hell of it. “GOL!!!!!!!!!!!”

* American football sucks, and spare me the comparison to war, because war doesn’t get interrupted by commercial breaks nearly as often.