Soccer Fever

Lately, the Super bowl has been snoozers, the world series is still boring baseball and forget about the NBA because the only interesting thing that has happened is the racist(?) remark from Donald Sterling. Chris Rock on the BET awards show drilled the joke about it, “I don't want my woman around black professional basketball players either!”

The real excitement is over Team USA 'Futboll' team. Soccer is hot but boring and then extremely exciting. Who plays 95 minutes for a tie or a one nothing win? It's the most popular sport in the world and it is becoming noticed by a large portion of North Americanos who will be glued to a large screen TV at 4pm this afternoon.

Cleveland Jack will be with a smattering of other Dead End Canal Yacht Club at the Big Game Waterfront Grill and he is fond of saying that this is the only sport that can be totally decided by the Ref. I've had my share of yellow cards (penalty warning) but I've never had a red card (ejection penalty) during my son's years with the beach soccer team. In some instances, like the time the Ref didn't show at a game in San Carlos Park so the opposing team's coaches wife took over the duties, I've been very vocal.

Luckily, the beach team was so good that the Refs couldn't effect the outcome but they sure could shave the points. It sure did piss off those high funded soccer leagues that a group of pick up players could beat their traveling teams. I understand how those huge brawls during games happen because the bored intensity can well up to near violence at even youth soccer.

“You were going to fight those San Carlos Park Fathers even though my Dad was with you? What were you thinking,” my wife yelled at me. My only answer was, I guess I wasn't thinking? But I'll be thinking today as Team USA beats them Belgies. It's time for the supreme being to punish them for introducing that cute practise of chopping off African's body parts.

GO TEAM USA

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