Other than not being born to a prostitute, not growing up on a farm, not serving in the military, not accidentally killing my commanding officer, not stealing his identity, not living in Manhattan, not being a serial cheater, not promoting sexism and anti-Semitism, not wearing a suit to work every day, not being an alcoholic, not being married, not having kids, not owning a house, not having great hair and not getting hit on every 5 minutes, I'm a lot like Don Draper from Mad Men. After all, we both work in/around advertising and have a five o'clock shadow right after shaving. Like Don, I also have a wandering eye, though mine manifests itself in sports instead of the bedroom. I may be married to specific teams in certain sports, but sometimes I dally on the side with a club du jour. In soccer, I've tied myself down to Liverpool. Hell or high water, I'll stick by them. But if the EPL is my house, La Liga is the bar down the street. And while I've beat this analogy to death, let's just say I've begun to tango with Atletico Madrid.

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