she, she, she, she's got it. world cup fever

You may or may not recall that I work with a bunch of Mexicans. I've been taunting them for weeks about tomorrow's USA v Mexico soccer matchup. I've been telling them all along that it's going to be either 2-0 or 3-1 in favor of USA. To be honest, I know very little about our team, but I do know that Kasey Keller has some insane shutout streak going. I admit that I'm not really a soccer fan, but in this case, it's a national pride thing.
Every day, we tease each other about the game. We'll all be working tomorrow night, and we probably won't know the outcome of the game until after we've all gone home.

Last night, one of the amigos was lingering around quite a bit after he was scheduled to be gone. I didn't need him anymore, but he looked like a guy who was desperately trying to do anything but go home. I asked him what was up, and I finally got out of him that he's having troubles at home. He isn't very confident in his English-speaking, but I think he does fine. Anyway, he told me that he and his wife have not been getting along and that their personalities are clashing so much that it isn't working out. They've got two kids (aged 4 and 1). He said they've been having problems for a while, and they've been staying together "only for the children" but that he doesn't want to do it anymore. I feel so bad for he dude. He was confiding this stuff in me, and I have no idea what to say to him. It isn't a language barrier thing, I just don't know what to say. I'll leave him alone when I gloat after the USA wins against Mexico.

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