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The German Soccer Coach Needs Home Training

Germany just lost to Spain in the semifinals of the World Cup. They’ve been the team to beat all tournament, systematically and methodically destroying defenses one by one. But that makes no difference now. They’re playing for third place. But this post isn’t really about soccer. It’s about the German National Team’s manager, Joachim Löw, and his behavior on international television.  Just watch this:

Wow. There’s just no explaining this one away. That’s definitely not a scratch. Definitely not a delicate, necessary pick. This is a full-on, digging-for-gold, rolling-booger-in-fingers, not-his-first-time-at-the-rodeo BOOGER PICK AND EAT. With all the cards given out by referees this tournament, I don’t see why this wasn’t a red-card offense.  Do you think he honestly, truly didn’t realize what he was doing, all caught up in the moment of being on the world stage and coaching the team to beat? Or does he just not give a fuck because he’s on a world stage and is coaching the team to beat?

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Either way, Löw is in serious need of some hometraining. I bet he doesn’t wash his hands after he pees and he probably needs to cut his toenails. It’s enough to make me root for the Dutch.

World Cup Update Or Something: Second edition

So, it seems the lesser of two cheaters advanced to the World Cup Finals. Yay, Dutch! It reminds me of one of my favoritest lines ever from a movie: “If there are two things I can’t stand, it’s people who are intolerant of other people’s cultures and the Dutch.”  ~ Nigel Powers (Austin Powers: GoldMember.)

But really, every time I see anything Dutch I think of this line, so it really has nothing to do with anything, I just like it. And you could replace “Dutch” with any race (including my own) and I’d think it’s equally funny. The Dutch just got unlucky with this one.

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Anyway, good riddance, Uruguay. I wrote a post about wussy-girl soccer cheating last week before the quarterfinals. And what does Uruguay do in the very next game against Ghana? Well, to prevent Ghana’s winning goal from hitting the back of the net, a Uruguayan player (not the goalie) swatted the ball away with both hands. The player would get a red card, Ghana would miss the penalty kick and Uruguay would go on to win.  That, my friends, is bs of the highest order and proof that I have made no headway in persuading the Uruguayan team to not be wussy-girl cheaters.  Furthermore, this was the biggest play of the game and ripped the heart out of an entire country.  Why? Because one man took it upon himself to to so blatantly cheat that it would result in him being ejected. Oooo… ejected. How about…”GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLL!”  That’s what should happen.

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The problem seems to be the rules and how it allows a certain amount of cheating. For example, the Dutch are known floppers, their star being the biggest culprit. Here’s how flopping works: Fall down, hold your leg, cry, look around and see if anyone’s buying it, uh oh, everyone’s still running, give it another second to show them you’re in serious pain, make it convincing, crap, they’re still running, ok get up and run, but hold your hands out real wide and yell at the ref in your native tongue.

And it’s that very piece of acting that often determines whether or not a yellow or red card is given to the player who accidentally brushed the victim on the shin guard while they were both trying to kick the same ball. The better the act, the more likely you can get a player ejected or suspended from the next game. It’s not just about penalty kicks, it’s about eliminating the other players through cheating. To me, the equivalent would be a boxer faking being headbutted or punched below the belt in order to get the other fighter disqualified. It’s just dirty pool and a gross manipulation of the rules.

When the Uruguayan player knocked that ball out of the net with his hands, he knew very well what he was doing and, in the end, it resulted in his team winning. This is so wrong on so many levels. If you can’t trust the players to not cheat, you have to govern them, not place the game’s fate on their honor. In basketball, this would have been “goal tending” and resulted in a score. Simple. Boom. No controversy, no cheating, goal. Period.

I have some other ideas, but I’ll save them for my draft to the FIFA board. You see, it’s not a bad game, but I’d like to see some changes for me to watch it regularly. For example, if they had helmets, full pads, could pick up the ball and run with it, tackle each other and only one guy was allowed to kick it and nobody liked him, then I’d probably watch it more.

So, Netherlands is in the finals and Germany plays Spain today. I like Germany because they seem to be the one team that realizes the value of putting the ball in the net. And if they advance, we’ll have a rematch of the ’74 finals, and we all remember what happened then. Wow. I’m still tingling. We should all take a moment to reflect…

Was it as good for you as it was for me?

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The Sounds of World Cup Soccer: Vuvuzela Watch Part One

Confused by the World Cup buzz? I was.

I’m not talking about the incessant yapping of the media and everyone watching and even the people who claim not to be watching who seem obsessed with talking about the World Cup anyway. I’m talking vuvuzelas, baby.

Mind you I did not know what these horns were called until yesterday. I’ve watched exactly no soccer games in my life but I’ve been watching the World Cup since the opening ceremonies started because:

a. I am currently spending a lot of time on my couch working from home.

b. I appear to be on a quest to expose myself to every single sport, even those in which I previously had zero interest. This includes timbersports, which I just learned are a thing.

c. When you hashtag #worldcup on Twitter, a little soccer ball pops up in your Tweet. I am easily amused by this sort of thing, and will be lobbying for a little Twitter puck next year during hockey playoffs for sure.

On the first day, I enjoyed watching the South African team celebrate their goal against Mexico, the first goal of the whole shebang in what would end as a 1-1 tie game.

I am seriously considering adding that little dance to my just-because daily repertoire.

So things started off enjoyably, but after a few hours, the low, droning buzz in the stadium that seemed to get louder and louder as the games wore on started to get to me.

Bzzzzz. Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzbzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzbzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Long, relatively uneventful stretches of men kicking a ball around and bopping it with their heads. Bzzzzz. Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzbzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzbzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

OMG CICADAS SWARMING AROUND MY HOUSE OMG STFU GET THEM OFF ME.

Then everyone on Twitter started talking about the noise, and complaining about the noise, and how it was distracting and unnerving and why was it happening? So I knew I wasn’t alone, which is nice, because it’s sad to bitch alone and validation that I’m not hearing things is always useful too.

Vuvuzelas FTW! Glasses not necessarily included.

Vuvuzelas FTW! Glasses not necessarily included.

These vuvuzela horns — find me a more fun word to say, I challenge you — are a traditional part of South African soccer games. Culturally speaking, I think that’s pretty interesting. But their noise output averages about 127 decibels — louder than a chain saw, says this former audiology major — and that’s a lot to listen to for an hour and a half straight. FIFA considered banning them for the Cup but the South African football association were understandably not down.

Here’s Mike and Mike complaining about them.

A site called Ban the Vuvuzela is up already, with the “against” camp firmly in the lead. World Cup organizer Danny Jordaan caused a bit of a stir Sunday when the BBC reported that  he insinuated that the horns, which have been accused of distracting players, the audience and newscasters, may be banned. But reports quickly surfaced that that would only happen in the case of a vuvuzela being thrown on the soccer pitch or used in any kind of way to harass players or the crowd.

Meanwhile vuvuzelas are selling in England — and probably in other places, I just haven’t seen the reports — at a fast clip, and I would like one, too. I’m not going to make noise on it for 90 minutes or annoy anyone on purpose, but I just figure something called a vuvuzela would be a fun thing to have.

This World Cup business will be going on for a month so I’ll keep an eye on this critical issue. You’ve got your #vuvuzelawatch right here.

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DC United vs Kansas City Wizards vs Random Guy Cursing

Our  family watched the soccer match between DC United and the Kansas City Wizards on ESPN 2.

The conversation in our living room went like this:

Husband: Did someone just say “What the fuck?”

Me: I didn’t.

9 Year Old Son: Dad just did.

Maradona, not Madonna, Attacked By Dog

Diego+Maradona+Press+Conference+4ElO9lF3APDlIt is possible that my mother was the only person who was confused and thought Madonna had been attacked by a dog in Argentina earlier this week, but just in case you also read the headline a bit too fast, let me recap.

Argentinian soccer coach, Diego Maradona, was playing at home with his 4 year old Shar Pei dog on March 30th when the dog bit him in the face.  Maradona then underwent reconstructive surgery on his face and mouth. After a brief stay in the hospital Maradona was released to recuperate at home.

As far as I know, Madonna was nowhere near Argentina when the attack occurred. Unless of course you talk to my mother. She remains unconvinced.

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