A bunch of different things have happened over the last few days in Soccerlandia. We’ve been arguing about scarves, we watched a team get parted out and, my personal favorite part of this week, Ted Westervelt called me “plastic.” Then he backtracked and called the Timbers plastic. Or something. I don’t even know.
A friend of mine, a friend I might not have made were it not for soccer, tweeted something disturbing a couple days ago. She suggested that becoming a supporter of a professional soccer team was perhaps the single worst decision she’d made in the last five years.
She doesn’t mean it. It’s just that some days are much, much more frustrating than others.
I’ve spent a lot of time over the last few weeks considering the advice of someone I consider one of my “soccer elders.” It’s a question he asked me a couple years ago and has posed several times since: if it’s not fun anymore, why do it?
I’ll say this out in public, this thing that I’ve said to just a few people in private: parts of the last year in Soccerlandia have not been fun for me. Very little of that not-fun-feeling is actually tied to the game. It’s the crazy that surrounds it: the internet trolls and the my-support-is-bigger-than-yours folks and politics of supporters’ culture and and and…
Meh. Sometimes, I just want to watch the game. I want to go to the stadium or the local bar and have a beer and watch the game with my friends. That’s it.
I don’t want to argue pro/rel. I don’t want to worry that the management of the league (MLS, NWSL or otherwise) will eventually spell doom for my club (or anyone else’s). I don’t want to guess what the rules for allocation or expansion drafts are. I don’t want to wonder when the players who are playing for other teams overseas during the North American offseason are going to show up. I don’t care that Arsene thinks MLS is a retirement league, or that Jurgen’s way of doing things doesn’t mesh with what Don thinks. I don’t want to wonder if Craig Whyte’s been arrested or if Hope Solo’s trial is being set over again.
I just want to watch the game. I cannot wait for the offseason to be over.
In our earlier Twitter discussion, I asked Ted when the last time was that he actually enjoyed a game. He didn’t answer.
That makes me sad.
Pounder
November 21, 2014 at 1:01 am
I’m threatening to pull a Tom Cruise quote here. Oh, heck with it.
Sometimes, you just gotta say What The Fuck.
You cannot live someone else’s life, and they cannot live yours.
Too much good stuff, whether intended or by accident, happens at Timbers and Thorns matches for me to not be fascinated by it. If those who would usurp this did not show up, THEN I’d question my presence. That’s just the way it is. Knowing this helps me find my peace.