World Cup Excitement? Really?
The World Cup competition has started. Watching soccer on television is just video Sominex. Wait! I don't want to slight Mike Huckabee or Bill O'Reilly in this matter. So, watching soccer on television or even watching it live is just a free sample of Relaxium.
When I finish this rant, I am going to check with the bookmakers in Las Vegas to see what the spread is on the body count in soccer riots during this year's World Cup.
I read an online article by some schmuck complaining that the United States is making it difficult for and even banning some World Cup participants and/or fans from entering our country. The last two countries to host the World Cup were Qatar and Russia. I posted a comment suggesting that the writer call me back when they sober up.
When I was in elementary school, we played kickball. It was like baseball with a big-ass ball that you kicked when the pitcher rolled it your way. It was more of a contact sport than baseball since you could get someone "out" by throwing the ball at them and hitting them. Yes, we played "full contact kickball".
I must admit that the player celebrations in soccer are not anywhere nearly as absurd as in American football. In the United States, we don't celebrate the birth of a child or any major life event like players do when scoring a touchdown in football. NFL and college football players have choreographed and rehearsed dance routines that they perform when scoring a touchdown. You don't see celebrations like that when it is announced that a cancer patient has been cured.
Let's face it! When an NFL player catches a pass for a touchdown, that's their job. Hell, Benny Hinn doesn't dance that much when he is celebrating a "healing." Do the rest of us celebrate like that when we do our jobs? In more than fifty years in the restaurant business, I never saw anyone spike a basket full of French fries when they were pulled out of the fryer. I never danced at the Waffle House when I pulled a waffle out of the iron or flipped a couple of over easy eggs in the sauté pans. Does your CPA highstep back from the mailbox after filing your tax return? Does your mailman kneel near your mailbox and put up a hand after delivering the mail? Does your plumber spike a turd into the toilet when he clears the stoppage? I hope that the answers to those questions are all in the negative.
But I digress. Soccer spectating is the "sport of coroners." The body count after major soccer games in other countries rivals that of a rap concert in Chicago. I checked out the schedule of the World Cup to see where they are playing. Naturally, they are playing all of the games in large stadiums in large cities. The final game is played in New York/New Jersey at the Meadowlands. They are also playing in Atlanta, Miami, Los Angeles, Houston, Seattle, Philadelphia, Boston and a few other large slums. Most murders occur in the large cities in the United States where the games are being played. So, the fans in those cities may not even notice the spike in the murder rate caused by soccer games.
However, the organizers and schedulers are not as stupid as some Americans. They are not playing in Chicago, Minneapolis, Detroit, New Orleans or Washington D.C. Maybe avoiding these cities will help hold down the postgame celebration body count.
So, what's the point of this screed? Don't offer me tickets to any of the games. Don't invite me over to watch any of the games. Don't email me any updates. Don't ask if I watched any of the games. In short, for the next few weeks, I am incommunicado! That's a couple of miles south of Reidsville.
Somebody wake me when the national nightmare is over!
P.S. Just for the record, on the first game broadcast from Mexico City, the Fox Sports screen went black when two Hispanic men began fighting behind the television reporter doing a live report. You just can't make this shit up!!
