Monday, June 28, 2010

Soccer? I don't even know her!

Soccer would seem a perfect vehicle for a blog such as this one, with the American melting pot watching ethnicities and nationalities battling against each other like they only do in wars...but in sport. In my apartment alone, an Ireland vs. South Korea match, or Denmark vs. The Philippines, would have the potential to rip apart the household like Sherman's March. The posting material seems limitless...but there is one small problem.

We don't care about soccer.

Let's get one thing straight...I don't hate soccer. In fact, I have been trying to like it for years. And I have some experience in this arena...

When I was a kid, I hated olives. But it seemed as if everyone else liked them. So each year, I vowed to try them again in the hope that I would eventually come around. And each year I opened the jar, held my breath through the stench of briny, pickled fruit, and popped an olive in my mouth. Invariably, overpowered by salt and better judgment, I would spit it out.

But one year, I didn't spit it out. What's more, I actually swallowed it (lucky for me, it was pitted). And without warning, like a rally-killing 5-4-3 triple play in the bottom of the 9th...I liked olives. Correction: I loved olives, and love them to this day. I had forced myself to eat an universally accepted food despite my (unabashedly plebeian) disdain for it, and I actually succeeded in changing my taste.

Such is my relationship with soccer.

Every four years, the people of Earth wrap themselves around a common sporting event: the World Cup. Lives literally hang in the balance during this global phenomenon (just ask the family of former Colombian soccer player Andres Escobar). Billions watch, cheer, mourn and exalt as their nation first plays to qualify, then possibly makes the final tournament, then strives toward world supremacy (soccer-wise). So as everyone on the blue planet is engrossed...I find myself thinking about the olive, and wondering, "why not me?"

Many soccer lovers claim that if the USA were any good at soccer, Americans would enjoy the sport. The rest of the world assigns an extreme front-runner mentality to fans in the US, and assumes that only success leads to loyalty. (Anyone who believes that should go see a game at Wrigley Field...and they will quickly learn that winning is not the only thing that puts asses in the seats.)

This may be true for some, but I can only speak for myself...and for me, American success (or lack thereof) has nothing to do with my feelings about soccer. (Case in point...the USA is absolute crap at curling, as we so ham-fistedly showed at the most recent Winter Olympic Games in Vancouver. Yet, I am borderline obsessed with the game...maybe because curlers are the only Olympic athletes that I can out-bench...but no matter. I am a huge curling guy.) So while I could honestly say that American soccer failure was not the reason, I was never able to put my ambivalence concerning the game into intelligent terms. That is, until now:

Soccer is un-American.

I have learned this during my most recent attempt to digest oliv...er...soccer at this year's World Cup. This was my first real introduction FIFA, the sport's international governing body, and how it operates. And oh boy, was it an eye-opener.

World Cup officials (and all soccer referees, of course) make difficult split-second in-game decisions and sometimes get it wrong--but that is not the problem. In every sport, officials get it wrong. And that is certainly not what makes soccer un-American (since Americans have their own storied history of getting some things wrong--lest we forget and are condemned to repeat it, as the saying goes...).

No, it's not that they sometimes get it wrong that makes soccer un-American. It's that FIFA--in its infinite, shockingly blind hubris--champions the fact that they get it wrong. You read that correctly...FIFA wants it that way.

Don't believe me? No need to take my word for it. Back in 2005, then-FIFA General Secretary Urs Linsi had this to say about blatantly bad calls in soccer:

“Players, coaches and referees all make mistakes. It’s part of the game. It’s what I would call the “first match”. What you see after the fact on video simply doesn’t come into it; that’s the “second match”, if you like. Video evidence is useful for disciplinary sanctions, but that’s all. As we’ve always emphasised at FIFA, football’s human element must be retained. It mirrors life itself and we have to protect it.

Go ahead, read those last two sentences again. FIFA actually had the balls to tell the world, "life isn't fair, so soccer shouldn't be fair. Even if we can limit awful officiating, we won't. How do you like them pommes?"

Well, my friends, that is un-American. Because although life may not be perfect, a good goal should be a good goal. Offside is offside. And crumpling to the ground in a bullshit heap after an opposing player looks at you the wrong way, then getting dramatically carted off on a stretcher while being attended to by 5 team doctors...only to pop up and sprint to the side judge to be let back into the game after a totally unwarranted penalty has been imposed on the other team's player and, of course, a sufficient amount of time has been wasted (granted you are winning at the time of your performance) is always wrong and should be punished. Always.

The crazy part is, since soccer is so popular on a global level, literally billions of people watching the game see that a call was blown. Everybody knows what really happened--everybody except for the one idiot that matters: the referee. But does FIFA care? Not in the slightest. In fact, what was FIFA's recent response to criticism of poor officiating? No more replays!!!

Can you believe that? It boggles the mind. According to FIFA, the mistake is not the horrible call itself. The mistake is showing people how truly bad the call really was. The mistake, amazingly, is holding officials accountable.

What?!?

FIFA's outright negation of any criticism regarding the tournament's officiating, its rigidity in defending soccer's outdated and painfully inadequate refereeing regulations and its refusal to be open with the media, coaches, players and fans alike is unacceptable. Never before have I witnessed such shameful displays of ineptitude and bull-headedness in sport. It is absolutely shocking to me how FIFA can continue to piss into the wind on such a global stage. It's a bit embarrassing, really.

And it's this complete aversion to accountability and fair play that makes soccer un-American. And it's what makes soccer exactly what it has been in America for years: a joke.

Soccer, in my view, has a litany of other issues as well (time wasting, flopping, the rewarding of acting ability with favorable calls, brutally long stretches of absolute inactivity, ending games in a tie--"you play to tie the game!!"--no standardized ball, advertisements on game jerseys, that weird "double-high-five-turned-hand-clasp-turned-awkward-hug" that seems to be ubiquitous between exiting players and substitutes as they come on, etc, etc). But I can get to those later.

Or not, considering the World Cup will be over soon...and once again soccer will cease to exist for me.

But who knows, maybe in another four years during the next World Cup I will try to eat that olive again, and maybe I'll swallow it. I kind of hope so, since I view the World Cup as a great opportunity for positive development in the global political sphere (on par with the Olympics).

But there are crucial issues to be addressed in international soccer...and until that happens...

I'll just have to spit it out again.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

2010 NBA Finals: Celtics-Lakers Game 7

Well, not much more to say.

The Celtics need to play a perfect game offensively to have any chance at all. With their best rebounder and physical defender out with an injury, Boston needs to shoot lights out...and hope by some aberration that the Lakers have a cold shooting night. I think the Celtics need to score more than 100 points tonight to win, since you can't bank on the Lakers not being able to hit shots at home. And Boston will suffer on the defensive boards, so even if the Lakers miss, they will have plenty of put-back opportunities.

Boston either puts together their best game of the season, or they lose. So we'll see.

My wife is headed to a local bar to watch the game with a group of her friends, I will be at home. To be honest, I am going to be very relieved when this whole thing is finished. I just don't need the stress right now...and believe me, it's stressful. I can't wait to get back to both of us cheering for the Red Sox (but of course, it's Red Sox-Dodgers this weekend, just to #@*% with me, I'm sure). I feel like I've aged about 8 years over the past 2 weeks, and I'm done.

So whatever happens, at least it will be over.

At least for this season...

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

2010 NBA Finals: Celtics-Lakers Game 6

Game 6 is in a few hours, and the Celtics have a chance to close out the series and the season tonight. We're on the road, but I am not as concerned about that as I would have been in prior years. All season long, Boston has been a better road team than a home team (one of the best road teams in the league, in fact)...but the Lakers have been the best home team in the league...so something has to give. All the Cs need is a split, but of course they want to end it tonight. No one in the Boston locker room is interested in a game 7 in LA.

They want to make sure tonight is the night.

To win, they need to bring the Celtics team that showed up for games 4 and 5. They need the team that plays up to their reputation: physical, defensive intensity, rebounding, hustle plays (getting to loose balls, getting back on fast breaks, beating their opponent to the spots, etc), high energy running game (with transition 3's...where has Ray Allen been for the past 3 games???), solid bench contributions and (controlled) aggression on both sides of the ball.

Defensively, the Celtics understand that Kobe is going to go off, but if they can contain the rest of the Lakers like they did in game 5 (and keep the crowd out of the game as much as possible), Boston is in good shape. Pau will play better at home, but they need to make sure the likes of Fisher, Odom, Artest, Bynum, etc. don't beat them.

Boston won't win a clinching game by 40 points like they did in 2008, but if they play up to their standard they can win this on the road...

My wife has commitments after work tonight and won't be home until around 10. When she gets in, we'll be making use of the same live streaming website as we did for game 5...but this time I'll be in the living room with the TV and she'll be in the bedroom with the laptop.

Now, the baseball-player-superstitious part of me wonders if I should repeat my viewing location from game 5 (since the Celtics won)...but I am trying to teach myself that my behavior does not influence the outcome of an NBA game in any way. (When the Celtics won the championship in 2008 I was on a golf course in Hawaii as the game ended...so since I can't repeat that I might as well just watch where I can watch...)

That being said, if the Celtics lose tonight, you bet I will be on the computer in the bedroom for game 7. No doubt.

But I have been avoiding the real issue about tonight...since there is a chance the series could end, the stakes in the house are extremely high. We could have the intensely awkward situation where one person is in full celebration mode, and the other wants to break everything in the house. And the house, remember, is a tiny, cramped New York City apartment. So it will be intense, so say the least.

A possible game 7 would ramp it up even more, since the inevitable end-of-game explosion (both of joy and disappointment) will be staring our marriage in the face the entire game. And though we understood that this situation was bound to happen at some point, of course, knowing that it could be tonight makes it much more tangible (read: "frightening").

Suffice it to say...when the series does end, someone will definitely be "going for a long walk."

Hold on tight...

And Go Celtics!

Gift Ideas...

Anyone wondering what to get me for my birthday/Christmas? Well, this book is a good choice. Sounds like a winner to me, and I am not the only one to think so. Nothing like a daily calendar that affirms your hatred of a sports franchise.

Here's another good book, nice little beach read it seems. Then there's this one, which I am sure is full of plenty of anti-Yankee snark. Right in my wheelhouse.

Of course, if you really love me, you'd get me this. I would even be happy with this.

But, to be perfectly honest, I would most rather just have this, this, this and this again..

Pretty please?

Sunday, June 13, 2010

2010 NBA Finals: Celtics-Lakers Game 5

We're back from camping (great time), and both of us are too tired to leave the house to watch the game...so my wife found a website that is streaming the game live (with about a 7-second delay...). Very intrepid of her.

So I am in the bedroom lying down, watching the game on the computer. She's out in the living room with the TV. Not a bad set-up, especially since I can tell when the Celtics are about to do something well (or the Lakers are about to do something bad) because I'll hear her curse at the TV...then 7 seconds later I watch what she was pissed about. It's when she's quiet that I know the news is bad for me...

This is a crucial game for Boston, since I don't think they are able to go to LA and win two in a row. If they can win tonight, they have a good chance of splitting the last two games on the west coast. LA wins tonight, I think it's over. So this game is the series for the Celtics...

My fear is that Davis, Robinson, T. Allen and the rest of the Boston bench will try to do too much tonight , after everyone telling them how great they are for the past 3 days (especially T. Allen--he is awful and Doc needs to limit his minutes before he single-handedly destroys Boston's chances in this series. Please, please, please...). They need to play their game, and not have the mindset that they are all starters now and should be taking every big shot. If Pierce, R. Allen and Garnett can establish themselves early, I don't think that will be an issue...but we'll see...

Go Celtics!

Thursday, June 10, 2010

2010 NBA Finals: Celtics-Lakers Game 4

We're packing for a camping trip this weekend, so as we walk around the apartment getting things together the game is on in "the background."

That will probably change in the 2nd half. Honestly, I don't know if I can handle another game watching the Celtics get out-rebounded, out-hustled, out-efforted, out-everythinged. If they can't answer the bell in the NBA Finals, they don't deserve to be there.

We'll see what kind of effort they bring tonight...

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Seal clubber violently dragged from PETA luncheon: Escapes with life

How does that fake headline make you feel? Outraged? Maybe. Sad that generally good-intentioned people decided to take the low road? Sure. Feeling a little tingly that he got what he deserved? Well, that's only natural. You wouldn't be wrong if you felt any combination of those things. But would you be surprised? No, of course not. What kind of idiot disregards all common sense and walks directly into the mouth of the lion with raw steak strapped to their backs?

When you go to college in New England, as I did, and you're a Yankees fan, as I was at the time, you learn pretty quickly that there is a big (and sometimes dangerous) difference between being a die hard fan, and being a f&$king moron. You see, your friends and family, though fans of rival teams, still love you deep down, so although they may stop talking to you for a few weeks when you behave irrationally or childishly, they most certainly will not drag you into an alley on Yawkey Way and beat you within an inch of your life. And since we will dedicate a lot of time on this blog to dealing with friends and family, I thought I might talk about dealing with rivals while visiting rival cities.

When I was in college, everything seemed opposite to what I had grown accustomed to. Bars, restaurants, public meeting spaces, etc. - places that I could always ask the person next to me "What's the score?" and they would know what I meant, became profanity in New England because it always required a qualifier "No, the Yankees score". I realized many years later that NESN has a regular "Evil Empire Update" during Sox games, so it isn't as though they didn't know the score, they just didn't see the point in passing it on. The difference between me and most die hard fans though is that I had the common sense to adapt.

Case in point - my first and only trip to Fenway Park, a game between the Sox and the A's resulted in a relatively boring game but an extraordinary sociological experiment in the right field bleachers. For some reason, a guy decided that not only was he going to attend a Red Sox game with a Yankee hat on, but that he was going to act like a jack ass and point it out to everyone on his way in. As a Yankee fan, part of me could appreciate his fanatical support, while my evolutionary instinct to survive, which his lineage had apparently not honed over time, led me to believe that I had literally encountered the most shallow part of the gene pool. When he was douched with beer in the third inning he threw his hands up as if to say "Come on guys, honestly?" When his heterosexuality was called into question for three straight innings he responded by pointing at his cap and giving the #1 signal, over and over again reminding Red Sox fans that wherever they went, Yankees fans were the best in the business. By the sixth inning, the game was essentially over, and Sox fans had resorted to doing whatever they could to incite the guy. By the time he turned around to say something, a shirtless South Bostonian (I presume) had climbed over the seat and slapped him in the earhole, making the removal of the cap only a secondary consequence of his actions. While both of them were being removed from the Park, other Sox fans, I suppose in support, emptied their garbage and beverages on the guy, doing everything they could to humiliate him. I can only imagine the unholy treatment that Yankee cap received in the bleachers that day, but I did learn an important lesson:

  • Don't where red to a Michigan game;
  • Don't cheer for the Celtics in L.A.;
  • Don't cheer for the Canadiens in Toronto; and
  • Don't wear a Yankees cap to Fenway
Doing these things does not make you a die hard fan....it makes you a f*$king moron. If you do any of these things, you deserve whatever treatment you receive, just like those people in BMW's from Westchester County who thought they could beat the traffic by taking a right hand turn out of the old Yankee stadium (thereby heading directly into the "scenic parts" of the Bronx). When you are in rival cities do what you're supposed to do in a bear attack....sit the f*$k still and shut the f*$k up. Don't cheer, don't drink, don't eat, don't make eye contact, and certainly don't talk about sports. Just sit there like your only job for the evening is to be a seat filler. If your team wins, then have one hell of a time celebrating....two zip codes away when your car/plane/train has long ago left town.