Good morning, Hank, it's Monday and...uhh...you're gonna die.
You're gonna die and I'm gonna die and everyone we've ever loved is gonna die
and then one day there will be no one left to remember that anyone ever did anything.
And because there will be no one left to remember the books we wrote, or the World Cups we won,
or the mathematical proofs we proved, or the "in your pants" jokes we made.
Someday, it will be as if those things never happened.
Hank, I remember one time when I was at the planetarium at the Orlando Science Center
when we were kids and they explained that in about six billion years or whatever
the earth is going to fall into the sun or some... I don't remember. I'm not good at science.
But anyways, the first time I ever had to grapple with the fact that the
habitability of the universe itself is temporary.
And I asked a question about it and my teacher was like "Ah, but it's a long way away"
and I thought, "Well, it seems like a long way away to you Teacher, because you're old. I'm eight!"
"It's very plausible that with advances in medical science I could live for six billion years!"
Now Hank, some people seem to think that talking about death, or endings,
or the inevitable temporary-ness of the entire human experiment is somehow pessimistic or nihilistic.
But Hank, I thought your video on Friday, which so brilliantly explored games and losing
and non-attachment was actually quite optimistic. What you pointed out in your video
is that while we don't get to choose whether we're going to lose the games we play,
we do get to choose which games those are.
We don't get to choose whether to care but we do get to choose what to care about.
And when I find myself caring about a game, I like to be challenged to think about whether that game
helps the people who are here with me now, whether it honors those who came before me
and whether it paves the way for those who come after me.
Because all this is temporary, but we have a say in how temporary it is.
By the way, somebody gave me an angler-fish...
It's cute right?
I choose Nerdfighting, and I choose books, and yes, even though it's silly, I choose the World Cup,
because it transcends geography, and ethnicity,
and wealth and politics, and puts the world where we belong,
playing on the same grass with the same ball.
Actually dumb ass, it takes more than one ball to play a World Cup soccer match...
Yeah, I realize that, but if I had said playing with the same balls,
you would have been like, "Hehehehehe, he said playing with balls,"
that's right, I would've.
By the way, who's the lucky guy who gets to have the pair of balls that the whole world plays with?
Shut up Mr. Filthy Pants, I'm trying to make a point here.
So Hank, your brilliant video on Friday did not make me change my mind about whether or not to watch the World Cup
but it did force me to think about why I care about soccer and it also reminded me that caring is a choice,
and I'm grateful to you for that.
So grateful, in fact, that you have inspired me to make a World Cup episode of 'Truth or Fail'
in the hopes that by sharing my World Cup knowledge with you, I might turn you into a football fan.
So Hank, don't forget to be awesome,
I will see you on Wednesday,
and here's 'Truth or Fail'.
Hi there, you're watching the World Cup edition of 'Truth or Fail',
YouTube's only gameshow.
And I, am watching Spain play Switzerland.
Sorry, but I've watched every single World Cup match since 1994,
and I am not going to let this edition of 'Truth or Fail' break my streak.
Here's how the game works - I'm going to tell you two purported facts,
and you're either going to click on the true one, or you're gonna click on the wrong one,
and fail worse than England at a World Cup penalty shootout.
Here's your first set of facts: Fact 1 - The goal the United States scored against England in the so-called
"Miracle on Grass" at the 1950 World Cup, was in fact not scored by an American,
but by a Haitian.
Or, Fact 2 - The term soccer is derived from the fact that early football players often played not in cleats,
but in their socks.