Last Saturday, the Israeli national soccer team played the Faroe Islands (yeah, I don't know where that is either) for a chance at a chance to go to the World Cup. Our madrichim (counselors)   advertised the game to us, we paid our 80 shekels for a ticket well in advance, took the bus over to Tel Aviv, and began preparing for what I think, in retrospect, was one of my most meaningful nights in Israel.