So, the US World Cup team lost to Belgium tonight 2-1 in dramatic fashion (at least I’m told), and now we as a nation can finally stop pretending like we give a crap about soccer. Look, I’m all for unifying as a nation behind a national team, but let’s be realistic, the US has cared exactly three times about soccer: 1. David Beckham coming over to the L.A. Galaxy 2. The 1999 women’s World Cup victory 3. Hope Solo.
OK, so maybe that last one is the only time I’ve cared, but we need to accept that, sure, soccer is inching up in popularity, but mainly it’s for foreign transplants, hipsters and people who want to pretend they’re more knowledgeable in sports than they really are by being able to rattle off names like “Ronaldo” and “Messi.” Continue reading Eat My Sports: It’s the End of the World Cup as We Know it (and I Feel Fine)