Sean B. Fitzgerald It doesn’t go something like this, it goes exactly like this.

15Jun/100

Fast-kickin’! Low-scorin’! And ties?!

I had a bit of a scare on Saturday when I was suddenly called into work. At around 9am, my boss requested me to work for a few hours to quell some sudden emergency (doesn't really matter). He said it would take between 3-6 hours, but he would pay me for a full day of work. I really didn't want to do it. Saturday was the day of England vs. USA. A game I had been looking forward to for the past few months and probably the only "must watch" sporting event for me this year other than the Jet playoff games. But since I'm the freaking Worker of the Decade, I reluctantly said I would show up.

In the back of my mind there was a fear that the day would go long and I would miss the entire match. So I made sure in that case, I would avoid all media outlets and human contact until I watched the whole thing on my DVR.

And there were points throughout the day where I thought I would have to pull that off. I counted every minute as I checked off the tasks that needed to be done. "Okay, so I have to do these five things in two and a half hours." "Now that's done. So now I have to do this, this, and this in a hour and 45 minutes." It a brutal. I took into account everything, even potential bathroom breaks (which of course I didn't take).

It was close. Real close. So close in fact, that I was plopping myself onto my couch as the national anthems were being sung. I couldn't have been more relieved. That is until Robert Green said "Right this way" to the Jabulani as it entered the English goal.

But I'm not here to talk about the actual game (which was terrific by the way). I'm just wanted to highlight the great pains I went to in order to watch it. Quite honestly, I had been anticipating this match since the United States had been eliminated in the 2002 World Cup. It's all I really was thinking about for the weeks preceding it. I even put the Yankees in the back seat (a reasonable thing to do in retrospect. They're steamrolling weak opponents). It was sit my ass in front of a television at 2:30pm, or die trying. Luckily, it didn't come to the latter.

13Aug/090

U.S loses at Estadio Azteca, again

Yesterday, at Estadio Azteca in Mexico City, the United States soccer team added to their losing streak on the road against the Mexicans. Their record at Aztec Stadium: 0-23-1.

The Americans struck first in the ninth minute when Charlie Davies fired a strike into the back of the net. But such is life in Mexico City, things eventually unraveled for the U.S. and they ended up losing 2-1.

And you know what? I don't fault them one bit. I couldn't imagine playing in such an atmosphere. Estadio Azteca makes Lambeau Field look like a neutral site. The stadium is everything you want as a fan if it's yours, and everything you don't if it's not.

-It's located 2,240 meters or 7350 feet above sea level. Which means, thin air. Very thin air. Like, your-heart-is-on-fire-as-soon-as-you-run-ten-feet, thin air.

-Not only is the air thin, it's polluted. Very polluted. Like, acid rain, polluted. In fact, when the United Nations generated a pollution scale, "which set 100 as the maximum level before grave health problems begin", Mexico City's level was at 97.5, compared to 4.5 for New York City.

-Finally, there are 105,000 Mexican supporters singing, yelling, and chanting for the entire match. Wait. Did I say "supporters"? I meant to say "animals". Because that is what they are. In the waning minutes of yesterday's match, Landon Donovan was setting up for a corner kick. As he was, dozens of cups and pieces of trash were being hurled at him from the "things" in the stands.

Look. I love it when fans are supportive. But there is a line that should not be crossed, ever. When your behavior  becomes more emotional than it is rational. I'll admit it, there are times when I feel the need to throw my beer at Kevin Youkilis' head. But I just take that anger and release it in a well thought out quip. Probably something involving his bald head or Village People goatee.

And I'm not just blaming the Mexican supporters for doing this. In fact, there was a time when fans would thrown batteries at Albert Belle. I'm not faulting the people, just the behavior. I'm faulting it now because the Mexican security never seems to do anything about it. Every time the United States plays at Estadio Azteca, it's the same story. By the end of the game, the field looks like a land fill.

Having security on the field to block the projectiles is a start. But how about stopping the problem where it starts, in the stands. Just look at what happened in last night's Cubs game. During the fifth inning, Phillies centerfielder Shane Victorino got beer dumped on him as he made a catch at the wall.

According to sources, security identified and tossed out the wrong individual and the culprit got away. However, the Cubs are still actively searching for the fan and look to prosecute him to the fullest extent of the law. Luckily, his face is all over the internet now!

FIND HIM! 

25May/090

It’s time for soccer to get another chance

PROGRAMMING NOTE: The 2009 UEFA Champions League Final between Barcelona and Manchester United will be played on Wednesday May 27th, 2009 at 2:45pm on ESPN.

What? You didn't know about it? And you're a sports fan? Well, if you consider yourself one, you will plop yourself down in front of the television at 2:45pm on Wednesday and witness one of the best sporting events in the world.

I'll admit it, I haven't exactly been the most loyal a fan of "the beautiful game" this year. My dad, who is presumably more die-hard a fan of soccer than anyone I know, will attest to that. But it is something that I believe I, and the rest of America should pay more attention to. The question as to why the United States isn't utterly captivated by soccer is a difficult one to answer. Some believe that the game is just too boring and slow. Scores of 1 to nil don't exactly catch the eye of the American sports fan. Others are of the opinion that there are just too many other options in America. Why choose soccer when there is baseball, basketball, football, hockey, golf, tennis, and even NASCAR?

Maybe is it because the United States just isn't that good at soccer. It may be the fastest growing sport among young children, but all the elite athletes will grab a bat, put on a helmet, or start shooting threes before they think about dribbling a soccer ball. Because that is where the money is, at least locally. Why waste your God-given athletic ability on the pitch when you could hold out for millions after being drafted by the Browns? The answer seems obvious enough.

How about the possibility that we Americans like to support what is ours? We can trace back the origins of "our" sports to specific names, dates, and places. People like Abner Doubleday, Andrew Cartwright, James Naismith, and Pop Warner are immediately associated with the beginnings of American sport. Everyone knows that the first baseball game was played in Hoboken, New Jersey in 1846. Everyone knows that the first football game was played between Princeton and Rutgers in 1869. Soccer's history can't be traced back to American roots. It is an ancient and foreign sport and the fact that we refuse to embrace it seems due to our stubborness. It's kind of hypocritical if you think about it. Each professional league in America makes a point of internationalizing their respective sport. This year, Major League Baseball held its second annual World Baseball Classic. The NBA has taken an increasing interest in foreign players and there is a chance the second pick in this year's draft will be Spanish sensation Ricky Rubio. And lets not forget that there have been talks regarding holding the Super Bowl in London. We continue to shove "our" athletics down the throats of everyone else, yet we haven't given soccer an honest shot.

Which brings me back to my original point. The brand of soccer we are offered here in the states can be comparable to semi-pro baseball. Sure, there are a few good players, but if they have a hint of discernable skill, they quickly cross the Atlantic so they can earn greater dollars and further their careers. Soccer overseas might as well be called "The Show". The English Premier League, La Liga, and Serie A in Italy are essentially all-star leagues. And if someone would like to argue that soccer is boring and uninteresting, I will immediately direct them to the Fox Sports Channel so that they may enjoy the sport at its best. The players are just as talented, the fans are just as rabid, and the stakes are just as high as they are in the NFL, NBA, and MLB, if not more. Remarkable displays of athleticism are commonplace. Don't believe me? Watch this without having to take a cold shower afterwards. I don't understand how a sport can dominate the consciousness of 95% of the modernized world's population, yet America can act so indifferent towards it. We are clearly missing out. That is why I beg sport-lovers to make time for the UEFA Champions League Final on Wednesday. If you're busy, TiVo it. Find a way to see it. Because it is soccer at it's peak, it is sport at it peak.

Two teams, both at the top of their leagues, and both with young superstars who will own the game in years to come. Lionel Messi, who is only 21 years of age, is the Dustin Pedroia of international soccer. At 5 foot 7, he is barely able to enjoy Six Flags, yet he is the odds on favorite to win Player of the Year honors. The Argentinian is so respected by his club that as Ronaldinho departed for AC Milan following the 2007-2008 season, Messi inherited his number 10 jersey. R-E-S-P-E-C-T. He is a footballer's football. Tough, scrappy, humble and endlessly talented.

His counterpart is the highly controversial and highly decorated midfielder from Manchester United, Cristiano Ronaldo. The 2008 FIFA World Player of the Year is more or less the antithesis of Messi in terms of personality. He showboats, postures, and groans to referees. He is the Terrell Owens of soccer (except with championships). The 24-year old Portuguese-born star is as hated as he is loved.

Expect for Stadio Olympico in Rome to be packed to the rafters on Wednesday. But don't expect a seat to be filled as the entire congregation will stand and cheer from beginning to end. Flags will wave, songs will be chanted, and more than likely, tears will be shed.

You have to watch now, right? Whether you like sports or not is irrelevant. Doesn't everyone appreciate something when it's performed at its pinnacle? When it's performed at it's absolute best? Because that is what you'll witness on Wednesay if you tune in. I look forward to the day when the United States shuts down for a soccer match as is does for the Super Bowl. The ingredients for success are there. Our enthusiasm is all that is left.

12Feb/092

While you were sleeping…or watching American Idol

U.S tops Mexico 2-0 in 2010 World Cup Qualifier
In case you missed it (which you probably did), the United States defeated Mexico 2-0 in a qualifier for the 2010 World Cup which will be held in South Africa. The game was played at the Columbus Crew's (MLS) home field in Columbus, Ohio. In front of a crowd of 23,776, midfielder Michael Bradley scored goals in the 43rd and 92nd minutes to essentially guarantee the United States a spot in South Africa next summer. I feel as if I am the only person who cares about soccer. And rightly so I guess. Last night's game was atrocious. Ill-advised passes, poor shots, limited hooliganism (although someone did throw a bottle at a Mexican striker. Wipes away tear). Hopefully as the qualifiers begin to wind down and we get closer to The Cup, interest will build and there will be some sense of pride from American fans.

UNC defeats Duke to Renew Rivalry (ESPN's words, not mine)
At Cameron Indoor Stadium in Durham, North Carolina, the Tar Heels beat the Blue Devils 101-87 to hand Duke their 4th loss of the season. Some rivalry. No buzzer beater, no guy in a thong distracting the shooter, not even a bloody Tyler Hansbrough. North Carolina flat out crushed Duke and the Cameron Crazies (who weren't that crazy I might add). Duke is setting themselves up nicely for another one and done tournament run. That seems to be their M.O. over the past five or six seasons. Game 1 in the Tournament: Barely sneak by a lower ranked team when the refs are clearly favoring them. Game 2 in the Tournament: Get destroyed by an upstart mid major because their three pointers aren't hitting (something must be wrong with the rim). I like Duke, but it's clear that Mike Krzyzewski is being out recruited by hit ACC counterparts. The shit hit the fan when Greg Paulus and Josh McRoberts were touted as the gems of the 2005 recruiting year for Duke. We learned quickly that they would be better suited handing out towels and refreshments for talented basketball players than impersonating them on the court.

Not Pictured: Greg Paulus...Oh wait, there he is.

Not Pictured: Greg Paulus...Oh wait, there he is.