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Pace my colleague Eugene Girin, I stand with Ann—and with Tom Piatak and with Aaron D. Wolf, who have fought for American sporting sanity for years. We were country when country wasn't cool.
For years, we have resisted the foreign invasion that is soccer, unmasking the imposition of the "beautiful game" for what it is: an attempt by tradition-hating leftists to internationalize American sport. Soccer is a life-draining, coma-inducing, globalization friendly event, and watching it amounts to going to the gym to look at skinny men doing cardio and feigning injury.
Americans already have their sports traditions: Friday night lights, the Original Six, the Called Shot (at Wrigley Field), Bird Versus Magic, the Rumble in the Jungle (international flair!). We also hunt quail and whitetail and fish for channel cat and crappie. We don't need to embrace leveling boredom to prove that we have made it and are acceptable in the sight of E.U. bureaucrats and Third World dictators. I bet Uday Hussein, an obnoxious loony if there ever was one, couldn't hit a free throw or throw a tight spiral or track down a coon with his hound and blast him out of a tree to save his life. Yes, exactly.
I've been vocal in my distaste for soccer on my blog, and have gotten an earful as a result. There are two types of people who think we should all support soccer. The would-be cosmopolitans you describe, and the racialists who think we should all like soccer because Euros are good at it compared to football and basketball. Wannabe cosmopolitan multicults and white nats? Who knew there was a subject that could bring them together.
As a former soccer player, I would like to see the U.S. win a World Cup, only to slight NFL fans.
I agree. I can't understand a game that doesn't let most players use their hands. And where a 0-0 tie can be considered a "victory."
Back when I was in the U.S. Army in Frankfurt, West Germany in 1979-82, our lieutenant decided to make soccer our morning PT because it "was the sport of the country." I thought anything could better than jogging. It wasn't.
I bet that Uday, if he tracked and killed that coon, could not skin it, dress it and tie it back up in the skin to get it home fresh to cook with some sweet potatoes and a bit of sassafras root. A little whiskey smooths out the flavor either by putting it in with the coon, sweet potatoes and sassafras or by just drinking it as you eat the coon and sweet potatoes.
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