I wasn’t alive the last time the World Cup came to the U.S. in 1994, and there’s a strong likelihood I won’t be alive the next time the competition returns. Things like this are once-in-a-lifetime. We need to soak it in. Predictably, the naysayers and devout American football fanatics will insist it just isn’t for them. They’ll claim it’s “too slow,” “too soft,” or fundamentally “un-American.” On the contrary, soccer at its core is about as Amer…