Thursday, June 15, 2006

Interlude

Alright, I'd imagine some of you just can't wait for my next post about religion, but the more I write about it, the more obtuse and tangential some of my points get. I think there will be individual installments regarding Christianism, the word of God, and the sanctity of marriage, but at this point I'm really not sure how I'm going to frame it all so that it A) makes sense and B) doesn't come off like whiny half-baked sentimentality.

In the meantime, how about a little World Cup commentary to lighten the mood?

First, the Germans have played two of the most exciting soccer games I've ever seen. The 93rd minute goal versus Poland yesterday had my kraut DNA going full-blown kraut crazy. If you know me at all you know I tend to play up my Scottish "heritage" (based entirely on assumptions and a surname which came, in theory, from somewhere near Dunfermline). But hey, my German heritage deserves props too, and the Scots are sitting on their sorry asses after not even qualifying for Cup play.

Second, the U.S. national team pretty much sucks. DaMarcus Beasley need not even suit up for Saturday's match versus Italy or yours truly will go apolectic. But watching the U.S. play, and anticipating a trip to Denver to see an MLS game, has spurred pipe dreams about coaching soccer. I really do see that in my future.

Third, I'd like to see an African nation advance but I'm not sure it'll happen. Ghana is in the U.S.'s group, but so are Italy and the Czechs, and those two are the favorites to survive. The Ivory Coast played well but still lost; Tunisia stands no chance. We'll see what shakes.

Okay, folks, I'm off to write a check for like $4,000 so that some group of people can officially say I'm qualified to do something. Wheeeee!

1 Comments:

At 10:35 AM, Blogger Sir Dennis said...

...ah coaching youth soccer! Did that some years ago when T was young. Great fun - but watch out for parents. They can be brutal. After T broke his kneecap while playing goalie I decided to stop coaching because of all the yelling by parents (most often at me) on the sidelines - and the phone calls at home, let me tell you about the phone calls...

Mom: "Joey's the best (insert your position of choice). Why isn't he playing more?"

Coach: "Well Mrs. So-and-so, because he stands in the middle of the field and picks his nose with one hand and his backside with the other."

Do it Trout - you'll enjoy it and will be better than I ever was!

DFP

PS: Drop T an email with your blogger sight link. Just spoke with him. Germany's crazy at the moment.

 

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