Just when you thought it was impossible to care less about how the USMNT does in this World Cup:

In the third episode of the interminable, nine-part Pulisic docuseries, its subject, Christian Pulisic, sits down at a dining table, pink orchids blooming behind him. “It is what time?” a friend asks him, holding a camera in Pulisic’s face. “Bible time,” Pulisic answers, thumbing through the good book with a pencil perched between his fingers, a notepad turned to a fresh blank page poised beside it. The ever-present cross dangles from his necklace.