often accused as a johnny-come-lately, i have been the victim of much ridicule for becoming a soccer fan this summer. it's true, i hate sports. i have always hated sports. i find football to be tedious and slow. run a couple yards, fall down, talk about it for 13 minutes, repeat. it's not my thing.
baseball is even worse. kate, chris and i went to a clippers game this week in search of epic piles of cheap ass hot dogs to discover that mid-game people stop to PLAY CATCH in the outfield. we're like, "hurry this the fuck up". (granted, people dressed in hot dog costumes flying through the air and punching one another in their big plastic eyeballs is exceptionally entertaining)
but when i found out there was a sport in which people run at full tilt for 45 minutes, let you pound beer for 15 minutes, then return for another uninterrupted 45 minutes of running at full tilt, i got on board. i have the attention span of a 4 year old, so this seemed like a good fit for me.
additionally, soccer fans are nerds. there is no disputing this. they like ren-faire, dungeons and dragons, have tattoos and silly hair and they love to paint ridiculous and creative banners. needless to say, i relate to this bunch more than i relate to say...
these people.
chris and i will be traveling quite a bit this fall to see the crew for away games. i'd say it's as good a reason as any to see chicago, dc and toronto in the fall.
you know me, i'd be a part of any club that would have me as a member.
