Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Relegation worries

In becoming a soccer fan, of the European variety, a new concept in sports has come to light -- relegation.

Relegation is when a team performs badly over the span of a season (in some cases, two), and they are sent down to what is effectively the minor leagues. A common example that's used to explain this concept to most Americans is this: Say the Kansas City Royals are crap this year like they usually are. Since they're so bad, baseball is going to demote them down to AAA ball, and take the best team from the triple-A ranks and promote them into the major leagues to replace the Royals. This not only would happen from the major leagues and AAA ranks, but also between AAA and AA ... AA and A, and so on. Now, around here, the Kinston Indians (Cleveland's A team) are usually pretty darn good. If the Kinston Indians were to win the A championship, they could move up to AA. Should they win that, send them to AAA. A championship there would mean ol' Kinston would be the home of a Major League Baseball team. Interesting stuff, huh? This concept has many benefits and consequences I won't get into here. I think you get the idea.

But the idea of relegation is sometimes a painful one. In Europe, it's just a fact of life. Like dying. Now, everyone gets that it happens to teams every year in every league. For a casual fan, I understand this. But that doesn't mean that I want to see it happen. I mean, I know lions eat antelopes, but that doesn't mean I want to see the grizzled scene.

Just last night, I watched the Fox Soccer Channel replay of the Roma-Catania match. Roma is at the top of the standings (or Table, if you will). Catania, however, was teetering on the relegation line. The squad needed a draw (tie) to stay in Italy's top soccer league. Down 1-nil late in the contest, if the result stood, Catania would be relegated into a lower league. I found myself rooting for Catania with everything I had. I knew full well that it the squad succeeded in its task, some other club would be relegated. But, like I said before, relegation is a fact that sometimes we just don't want to see. This "other club" wasn't in my living room, Catania was. Catania scored a goal in about the 80th minute that was recalled for an off-side penalty. Painful. In about the 84th minute, Catania scored the equalizing goal and effectively staved off relegation. There was so much joy in the stadium, and I found myself cheering loudly for this team I'd never seen play nor heard anything about until last night.

It's amazing how the use of club relegation can make a match between one of the leagues best teams and worst teams played on the final day of the season when the championship has already been settled mean so much. Right now, the San Diego Padres have MLB's worst record. If that stands, on the last day of the 162-game season, Padres fans have nothing to lose and the amateur baseball draft's No. 1 pick to gain. Imagine, Padres fans, if your entire team faced being sent to the minors on that day instead. Then you might get a hint of an idea about what true Catania fans were going through this week. With that, you can understand what a 1-1 draw on the season's last day can truly mean.

Monday, May 19, 2008

Life after college agreeable

I've got to say, life after college has agreed with me so far. My days off from work are just that, days off. I don't have to wait for a work day off to coincide with a school day off to be able to schedule something out of town or simply lay around the apartment and not do a damn thing. On my last two days off, see picture below, I went to Clayton and hung out with my dad. We even checked out most of a concert ... before the rain made it too damp to enjoy.

Oh, and staying up until 4 a.m. -- which, admittedly, I've got to eventually stop doing -- isn't followed by that sense of guilt knowing that my time would be much better served either sleeping or studying. Especially considering my staying up until 4 in the morning involves one of (or a combination of) three things -- drinking, watching TV or playing games (video or card/drinking games).

Another thing I'm enjoying is the sudden absence of required reading. Not that I hate reading, quite the opposite, actually. But now I get to read simply for pleasure and only books of my choosing. I've just finished Bill Buford's Among the Thugs -- a look into the world of Great Britain's football hooligans. I actually got the book with about two weeks left in the final semester, and I'll admit I had a struggle of a time putting off really getting into it. I had quite a bit of academic reading I had to get through first.

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In an unrelated topic, I'll take this time to put into writing my current wish list. I've recently used my extra free time to broaden my sport fandom, and I have recently included soccer to the list of sports I follow. Growing up, I played the beautiful game, and made some of my fondest sports memories while on the pitch. I'll never forget the sweet one-touch goal in what turned out to be a 5-1 losing effort. I made a side-by-side charge with a teammate with one defender and the keeper to beat. The back stepped in the direction of my teammate who had the ball. After the pass was sent my direction, the keeper charged in to attempt the save. The ball was fed into space, right between the keeper and me. I had to slide in with my left foot extended to make sure I got to the ball first, and I sent a slow roller just inside the left post with the keeper looking helplessly back. I had a decent basketball career, and even nailed a few big-time shots from 3-point land. I scored a game-winning touchdown once while playing football (I even received a 15-yard penalty for spiking the ball after the score). But I've never felt the rush of excitement equal to that which hit me when I scored that goal on the Seymour Johnson Air Force Base soccer field.

Getting back to my, I guess you'd call it, re-interest in soccer (or football as it's called when talking about my Premiership team Everton), I'd like to build a diverse collection of jerseys to go along with my fandom. I really like soccer jerseys. They're not as bulky and baggy as football jerseys. And unlike basketball jerseys, they actually have sleeves. Hockey jerseys are OK, but they're more like wearing sweaters, and it's just too hot in North Carolina to get much use out of them. I'll include here my top-5 wish list for soccer jerseys. I've already procured enough Everton FC jerseys to satisfy my needs for that team. I would, however, like to get a few player-specific jerseys from that club. Without further adu, the list (player, league, team, kit):

1. David Beckham, MLS, L.A. Galaxy, long-sleeve home white
2. Landon Donovan, international, U.S. National Team, short-sleeve away Navy
3. Benjani, EPL, Manchester City FC, home blue
4. Joleon Lescott, EPL, Everton FC, long-sleeve home blue
5. Clyde Simms, MLS, D.C. United, short-sleeve black home

Thursday, May 8, 2008

I can lead a nation with a microphone

Who's next?


Look at me
Look at me
Driving and I won't stop
And it feels so good to be
Alive and on top
My reach is global
My tower secure
My cause is noble
My power is pure
I can hand out a million vaccinations
Or let'em all die in exasperation
Have'em all healed from their lacerations
Have'em all killed by assassination
I can make anybody go to prison
Just because I don't like'em and
I can do anything with no permission
I have it all under my command
I can guide a missile by satellite
By satellite
By satellite
and I can hit a target through a telescope
Through a telescope
Through a telescope
and I can end the planet in a holocaust
In a holocaust
In a holocaust
In a holocaust
In a holocaust
In a holocaust

-- excerpt from Flobot's "Handlebars"