Ever since I raised my kids and took my son to play baseball, soccer was going to the The Next Big Thing. We were all touted on the virtues of soccer: the rest of the world's favorite sport, after all. How could we resist? Resistance is futile, we will be assimilated...
Never happened. Pele, the (apparently) great soccer dude from Brazil, came to the States. Who the hell is Pele? Could he block and tackle? Didn't think so. Who's playing the Monday Night Football game?
Likewise with Beckham. It won't make any difference how great a soccer star he is. It's still soccer. In baseball, we've got action punctuated by stillness (pitcher's windup, for example) that only accentuates the drama. In soccer, it's a bunch of wiry guys running around a grassy field.
Rather watch paint drying. Without a rooting interest, or a need to beat up anyone who doesn't root for your hometown team, why on earth would anyone watch soccer?


I was born, grew up, and went to school in the Bronx, New York -- on the wrong side of the
tracks. Got the chance to go to college, so instead of joining the NYPD (the obvious career choice at
that time and place), I became an engineer. Spent
some years designing things that go boom (or things that take things that go boom to their destinations...), principally for our military.
Also took an interesting career turn and for some years was in charge of counter-terrorism for my agency...so I learned something about guns. And when to use them.
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