I took a drive over to Target this morning. Not as event-rich as trips to Wal-Mart, but a nice clean shop nonetheless. Got myself a big cup of black coffee on my way out. Slurping coffee and pushing my cart I saw in front of me a man walking with his kid, also heading for the exit. He wore a shirt that looked like a team jersey. Across the front it said:

Souvlaki.

I was wildly impressed -- it's almost impossible to get a decent gyro around here, let alone souvlaki. I instantly coveted that man's shirt -- even considered asking him where he got such fantastic fan-wear.

Then he turned to hold the door and I saw his soccer shirt actually said Slovakia; I was painfully reminded that I was still in Ohio.