[...] Last night, I'd completely forgotten that the World Cup [of Soccer] was still going on and that LA's Koreatown was in a state of near frenzy in preparation for the big game with Germany, so when I walked into the lobby of the Wilshire BBQ House I was taken aback to find that everyone in the place was wearing a red bandanna; waitresses, hostesses, patrons, the Mexican busboys, everyone. Of course, I was left with no choice but to join in, as a hostess quickly wrapped a red bandanna embossed with the cryptic phrase "be the Red!" around my non-soccer-loving neck. Whether or not I wanted to be, I was now officially one of the Red Devils, one of the fanatical Korean soccer fans. I was being assimilated by the soccer-borg collective, and there was nothing I could do about it, or at least nothing I could do that wouldn't involve giving up dinner and/or loosing the goodwill of the friendly staff at the Wilshire BBQ House. This must be how communism works, I thought, complete with red bandannas for all good young pioneers. [...]