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September 15, 2006

Boggle.

Sitemeter is usually lots of fun. Most of my readers are from the US, particularly the DC area, but I have some in Austrailia and New Zealand, and one in France. Someone from the CIA occasionally reads this blog. That made me nervous at first, but apparently they are most interested in the soccer content, as opposed to the political stuff, which has eased my mind a bit.

But sometimes one discovers things from Sitemeter that are rather... disturbing. Someone found this blog by seaching for "girl sex soccer."

If anyone out there knows how girls - or women, for that matter - have sex while playing soccer, please DO NOT tell me. I really do not want to know. Actually, you know what? That goes for boys and men, too. I just don't want to know.

kthxbye.

September 6, 2006

Soccer and Me, Part II: What She Wanted To Be When She Grew Up

World Cup 1990 fuelled my growing fascination with soccer and over the course of that summer, it became an obsession. I watched as many games as I could, and taped more, because some were on at odd hours, or when we were out of the house. They were shown on the Turner Broadcast Network, and those little advertising graphics in the corner of the screen hadn't yet been invented - we had to endure actual commercial breaks in the middle of play, during at least one of which the beleaguered US viewing audience actually missed a goal. And the commentary was horrible! "A penalty kick is sort of like a free throw in basketball..."

Tony Meola, World Cup 1990The 1990 World Cup was supposed to have been the most boring yet, with the lowest ever number of goals scored, but I never noticed. I devoured each game I could get hold of, and ignored my father's growing irritation with the number of blank VHS tapes I was using up - I couldn't bear to erase any of the games even after watching them. "Are you really going to watch these again?" he'd grouse; "Yes," I'd snap back, and the argument would be suspended til the next day when I discovered he'd taped over Ireland-Romania or something.

I remember Tony Meola and his ponytail - he was my favorite player for the US team, and ever since I've always had a thing for goalkeepers. I remember Cameroon and all the talk about how they were controversial and played so much more brutally than the European and South American teams (like animals, you might say?) and how surprising it was when they did well because African teams never do well in the World Cup; the racism of all this escaped me utterly, because I was twelve years old and white and sheltered and I knew nothing of such things. I remember learning about offsides traps and running into space and, well, much more strategy than I'd ever been exposed to in my youth league (none). I remember Diego Maradona, and the "Keys to the Game" that were flashed up on the screen before the final in which Argentina played West Germany: for Argentina, the "Keys" were "Back" "Knee" and "Foot" - the places where Maradona Diego Maradona, 1990 World Cup was having steroid injections, already battling against his body's betrayal. I felt sick inside when Argentina lost 0-1 on a penalty kick by Brehme in the last minutes. I felt empty when the World Cup went away and there were no more games with which to fill my hours. I consoled myself by using heat transfer paper and special markers to make myself a Maradona t-shirt with a number 10 on the back.

And I made a decision. I wanted to be a soccer player when I grew up, and play in the World Cup.

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July 28, 2006

Come Again?

Did you know that the people in the middle east are like ants? And that the United States is like an exterminator with lots of advanced technology, which some people say is bad because it's like being a bully, but they're very very bad and wrong for saying so?

The stuff you learn from Washington Post movie reviews, I swear.

July 11, 2006

No, Italia, racist "trash talking" is NOT okay.

Should Zidane have headbutted Marco Materazzi? Duh, of course not. But in the face of vile racist comments of this nature, what Zidane “should have” done is completely and utterly beside the point. If people who love soccer are serious about dealing with the problem of racism, they will recognize this, that it’s completely unjust and morally bankrupt to insist that players withstand racial abuse with grace and a smile and never... ever... crack. It gives free license to the racists. That is a much greater wrong than a headbutt.

Zizou shouldn’t have retaliated with violence; we know this; he knows this; he was sanctioned for it during the match and will likely be fined and receive a ban, or perhaps some other creative penalty given his impending retirement. He has received his punishment. He took it like the man and the player he is.

Now the question is: what we will do with players who call other players the sons of terrorist whores based on their heritage? And it looks like that question is going to be much harder to answer than it should. In discussions across the internet (see the Pandagon link in my previous post for but one example) those who would defend Zidane are being accused of saying that violence is an acceptable response to verbal abuse.

This is an interesting claim to make. It's very interesting. Because you see, I have yet to see anyone, anywhere say that Zidane should not have been sent off. No one is saying that because if you have even a minimal knowledge of the laws of the game, not to mention basic sports customs and human decency, it's impossible to make that argument.

Yet somehow, over and over again, statements like "Racist slurs are equally as unacceptable as headbutts" are being rebutted as though they were "It's okay to beat the shit out of people." So, excuse me, but what the fuck? For those confused at home, let's have a brief review.

1. Headbutting and other physical violence is not okay.
2. Racist slurs against other players are not okay.
3. Insults in general against other players are not okay.
4. Headbutts or other physical violence in response to 2. or 3. above is STILL not okay.

Now that we've got that cleared up, I will say this. What it all comes down to is that unless we are willing to enforce a vision, not just of the game of soccer, but of a world where hurling a racial insult is equally as unacceptable as a headbutt, there is little reason for any of us - you, me, or Zizou - to respect the structure of rules and social mores that exist. If headbutts are punished and racist insults are not, that gives the racists free license to say what they like, and "the rules," be it the Laws of the Game of soccer or the social mores by which we all live our lives, are nothing more than excuses for people with privilege and power to shit on those who don't have it.

Put another way: if racial abuse is condoned either explicitly or implicitly by the rules, why should those on the receiving end of the abuse respect or follow the rules? What have they - or we - to gain by doing so? Nothing at all, only the perpetuation of a system that abuses minorities.

And that is 100% NOT OKAY.

In case you haven't read it already, I'm going to link to Dave Zirin's column Why Today I Wear My Zidane Jersey and quote its hard-hitting conclusion, which he states better than I could:

We don't know with iron certainty what Materazzi said, but if it turns out to be more of the anti-Black, anti-Muslim, garbage that has infected soccer like a virus, the Italian team should forfeit the cup. They should voluntarily give the greatest trophy of them all back to FIFA as a statement that some things in this world are more important than sports. Racism will be the death of soccer if things don't change. Italy can set the sport back on course, with one simple, stunning gesture. Give the damn thing back.

Amen.

May 25, 2006

One of these things is not like the others

Via Pandagon, Pam brings to our attention that during Pope Benedict's upcoming visit to Poland, state TV will not be allowed to show advertisements for lingerie, tampons, or beer.

This is really just bizarre. Although I suppose it shouldn't be surprising. It comes from the same mindset that my brother and my father had: if my mother's underwear (or mine) was in the laundry when it was my brother's turn to fold, he used to pick it up by his thumb and forefinger, as though it would contaminate him. And my father did buy tampons for us if we needed them when it was his turn to go to the store - but he complained mightily, as though the clerk might think he secretly had a vagina.

I'm surprised they don't just ban all hints that women exist from television altogether. That would solve that problem.