My wife doesn’t particularly care for soccer. She tolerates it, and generally leaves me to it when I watch a game at home. One Sunday morning though, she saw me getting more and more upset as my team was on the receiving end of – what I perceived to be – a series of increasingly […]Read more "It’s Only a Game"
Saturday night saw the latest installment of America’s greatest soccer rivalry between the Seattle Sounders and Portland Timbers played out in continental fashion. By continental fashion, I don’t mean lazily smoking a cigarette while enjoying a tiny coffee and impossibly delicate pastry. I mean continental in that the two clubs involved, Sounders 2 and Timbers 2, were […]Read more "Sporting Hipsters and Soccer Grandmothers"
St. Petersburg, Russia is the most beautiful city in the world on a sunny day. I spent a few long summer days strolling around the city in 2007 with it’s graceful bridges, historic architecture, priceless collections of art, museums for literary giants, and romantic canals. I loved every bit of it, but the thing I […]Read more "Sick for Zenit"
I have noticed that as we watch soccer in America we are instantly transformed into Victorian gentlemen, complete with top hat, tailcoat, and patronizing attitude towards the working class. We become champions of the Corinthian spirit, where participation in sport is for the love of the game rather than hope of gain. When we see a player […]Read more "The Corinthian Spirit"