- Nice going by the US to draw England in the World Cup. They talk about the U.S. score as a "fluke" goal, but at this level of play, there's no such thing as flukes or luck. You make your luck.
- I have a weird relationship with soccer. I played it for quite a while in high school and for fun after that, and sometimes like watching it. I usually watch the world cup and will tend to watch if the FA cup or one of the UEFA Cup matches is on. It's... mildly entertaining. Let's just say that once every few years, after the Stanley Cup playoffs are over and the NFL season has yet to begin, it fills the time. I guess that's a mug full of 'meh,' huh?
- On the other hand, the buzz of the now omnipresent vuvuzelas is pretty damned irritating to listen to after a while, with its monotone buzz. Is this what severe tinnitis is like? It's about as annoying as your friend who insists that you'd looooove soccer the way they do, if only you got it. Um, no thanks. I do get it. That's exactly why I don't like it much. Just because it's foreign, doesn't make it good, and just because you're in the brie & chablis set and think that all things imported are upscale, doesn't mean that soccer is. After all, they import Volkswagens and day laborers to this country too; that doesn't make them upscale, despite their welcome and even essential presence at houses in Potomac. Soccer is the opiate of the drunk factory worker, the unemployed, and the blue collar yob worldwide. Does that put it into perspective? It's occasionally interesting, when played well. But as for loving the game? Well, it's like a coked up brazilian party girl soccer fan. Fun to love or at least be around once every four years, but you probably wouldn't want to live with it. As for the Vuvuzela: it's the drunk, low income skinhead's stradivarius. Seeing a bunch of affluent tourist fans blowing on these things is akin to asking for a PBR at Mortons to have with your filet. Maybe they have a case of it somewhere... but why the fuck would you want to go slumming like that?
Oh yeah, authenticity. Sorry, forgot. The local yobs do it that way so the tourist yobs are going to do it that way.
But really. If we host a World Cup match in Detroit, are you going to celebrate by declaring bankruptcy, shooting some of your friends, and setting some cars on fire? Just because the locals do it doesn't mean you have to accept it uncritically...
- Off to bed now. I've got the looong commute in tomorrow. Can't wait. For bed, or the commute.