Saturday, June 12, 2010

US Soccer in World Cup

How relevant is Soccer in DC and Northern Virginia? Until today soccer had no place in the DC-Metro Area except on absolute last resort options where you are forced to watch the local "MLS" team, DC United. Funny thing about DC area residents is, no matter how bad a team is or is destined to be, the vast majority of residents here will so lavishly represent their love of said team. Team apparel that had never even been noticed before yesterday, now is nigh on impossible to find on the shelves of sporting stores due to the rampant selling of last minute shoppers. Even "vintage" clothing stores are having hard times keeping US Soccer apparel in stock. Everyone knows that the guy wearing the really old Landon Donovan jersey is the only true fan. -Insert gagging noise here.



Ok, so maybe buying Athletic Garb for said team at the last minute isn't all that bad. Really, only Nicholas Cage's "self-indulgent weiner" comment is more appropriate. Let's face it, this topic is directed straight at the same Douche Bags that jump up and slap the metro signs, that gather indignantly at the top or bottoms of mall escalators, that are Irish every St. Patrick's Day, and are the same dumb asses that guarantee Life as Ovechkin would be the highest rated show on MTV.


Ladies, you are not innocent in this betrayal of truthiness. Women are just as likely to initiate trash talking to random people wearing no-American sports apparel, with absolutely no knowledge of any sport, let alone the particular sport in question. I have to look no further than my own half-douche girlfriend for lack of knowledge but Kamikaze like fervor in her correctness. People get wound up for things they don't understand and are willing to maim innocent bikers on Wilson and Clarendon Boulevards.



Who am I kidding bikers are the biggest Douche Bags of all, but that's another blog for another time. I actually look forward to the day when Segways and Trek Bikes bikes duel it out in front of the new "All-Natural" Silver Diner, in an Old West style Ride and Shoot. It works out pleasantly for us normal people, because no matter who looses, we win. Yes even I, hater of all things Northern Virginia, have a soft spot in my heart for blood lust. As long as they are still serving Beer In Hell, I will keep watching the world of Douche Central evolve into an ever changing but always Douche-laden world of Classy with a K.