The Honduran guys around the corner who spend every free moment playing soccer in the street (often while holding a bottle of Bud Light in one hand) are now teaching the game to the neighborhood kids. And the kids are getting pretty good pretty quick—even heading the ball and picking up some fancy footwork.
It's a beautiful thing, if you ask me. Maybe our little Nuevo Orleans melting pot will give rise to a new generation of American soccer superstars. If so, you can tell 'em you read it here first, folks.