One advantage to living on the right side of the Atlantic Ocean is that this continent appreciates soccer much more than the United States.
I love soccer.
I have loved it ever since I played it as a lad with the American Youth Soccer Association, also known as AYSO. I played soccer in grade school, middle school, and in high school. My favorite position was goalie and I probably would have stayed with the sport past high school, but I never quite grew tall and short goalies don’t last long. I moved to forward in high school, but I don’t like running.
While I have left the game behind, I still love watching soccer and being in France allows me the opportunity to watch games from not only this country but matches from the England’s Barclay Premier League, Italy’s Serie A, and Spain’s Liga BBVA. All this plus all the European tournaments going on.
However, there is one aspect of European (and for that fact, Latin American soccer also as I can watch those on our telly) soccer that absolutely kills the game for me. It is the “drama queen” mentality where a soccer player writhes on the ground after sustaining a push or shove of minimal force. To see grown men act like such third-rate hams on the pitch is such a pain to watch.
For fun, click on over to this YouTube link to see the hysterics of which I speak.
You don’t see baseball players clutch their heads in agony after being struck by a beanball.
You don’t see football players grasp their shins in agony after being hit by a blindside tackle.
You don’t see hockey players roll around on the ice after a vicious check.
You don’t see basketball players…well, you don’t see basketball players now due to the lockout, but you have the idea.
Soccer could be so much more entertaining to watch if the players weren’t going for an Oscar as much as they were going for a goal.
End Note: Congratulations to the American Samoa soccer team for winning their first game in nearly twenty years. I bet none of those players ever thought about taking a dive.