My disdain for sports has no bounds. It's a waste of money, time, promotes pointless tribalistic rivalries and generates ridiculous amounts of worthless merch.
And yet, I m transfixed by the World Cup matches.
I don't know if this is hypocrisy, or contradictory, or maybe early signs of dementia, but both are somehow true at the same time.
I watched the U.S-England game live under a 95 degree sun, surrounded by hundreds of rabid fans in the middle of Dupont Circle.
I watched the U.S.-Slovenia match at home by myself. I felt an incredible rage against the dipshit ref who disallowed our winning goal. I was transfixed, although watching alone certainly has a drama-diluting quality.
This week's match against Algeria happened right in the middle of my workday. I was unable to find any streaming video channels that weren't overloaded or that required registration, so I did the truly unthinkable - I listened to internet sports radio. I only have two experiences with sports radio: one is whenever I'd be driving around with Geo and some Celtics or Red Sox game would be on, and the second in when I drove to salvage a relationship with a girlfriend... during game 7 of the Red Sox-Yankees World Series (The Sox won. I lost).
But the World Cup ting still mystifies me. I don't care too much about the Olympics (correct me if I'm wrong, Dianna). I watch the Super Bowl occasionally and only for commercials. Stanley Cup is a yawn. But this global event, somehow the nationalism, the chants, the jerseys, the hero worship, the borderline fanatical obsession - I take it all in without qualms. It's like I don't recognize myself... over the sound of me shouting "USA! USA! USA!"
I honestly felt like these guys: