Mere days from kickoff, the quandary picking at the nape of the 2026 World Cup is a potent blend of big-time buyer’s remorse, capitalist bromance, and plain administrative tomfoolery. Given all the parties with demonstrable ties to the soon-to-be biggest spectacle in human history, we probably should’ve always expected as much. Calling the rollout for the impending gathering a certified shit show falls short, if only in that shit shows generally tend to be on the cheaper side.
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