Monday, May 24, 2010

Write the Future

The World Cup is less than a month away. Maybe if the Irish had taken care of France in the qualifying round, or more specifically, if the referee caught Thierry Henry's Hand of Gaul, I'd be more excited about the World Cup. As of now, though, I remain ambivalent at best about the international tournament. The United States men's soccer team, I must admit, leaves me wanting. Their best player, Tim Howard, mans the net, while my favorite player from the 2006 squad, Oguchi Onyewu, is still recovering from a ruptured patella tendon, a gruesome and career-threatening injury. I've never been a fan of Landon Donovan, the David Wright of international caps. Even the coach, Bob Bradley, rubs me the wrong way-- for reasons that probably have more to do with my inability to master the Beautiful Game than it does his sometimes questionable tactical decisions or inconsistent lineups. I'm sure the first two or three matches will get my blood flowing in proper fashion, but until then, I'll have to make do with Nike's remarkable new commercial, which, along with Justin Bieber and LOST recaps, has wrested complete control of the internet.

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