Norman Chad: Ready or not, it’s time for the World Cup
The World Cup is the world’s greatest sporting spectacle – actually, I prefer the PBA’s Tournament of Champions; of course, there’s no accounting for taste – a quadrennial festival viewed across the planet by 3.2 billion people, or 3.196 billion more than watch “Crisis” on NBC.
The month-long world championship begins this week, and as a courtesy to those not as soccer-fluent as Couch Slouch, we now provide an insider’s guide to this magnificent event:
Brazil is hosting the World Cup, and, well, they’re not quite ready. For instance, the new international media center in Curitiba is unfinished, so journalists will be housed in parking-lot tents, which, to be sure, will aptly reflect the state of journalism these days. More importantly, many of the stadiums in the 12 host cities are also in disarray – sources tell me some fields will have only one goal in place, which means some matches might resemble half-court, pickup basketball games.
P.S. – Brazil also is running behind in preparation to host the next Olympics, with talk that there may be a slight delay. So…hello, 2017 Summer Games!
Russia is hosting the next World Cup. Of course, by 2018, the Russian empire could extend west to Poland and east to Alaska, so host cities are up in the air. Needless to say, Warsaw and Anchorage should be on high alert!
Qatar is scheduled to host the 2022 World Cup. Alleged bribes aside, this appears to be an administrative mistake that might be too late to correct.
Soccer remains the world’s game, except in the good old USA. To be fair, the World Cup garners immense interest in the New World; it is riveting and resonates from coast to coast. On the other hand, Major League Soccer remains a niche game – like duckpin bowling or cockfighting – with regional pockets of interest.
All MLS games are broadcast somewhere, though many are not viewed anywhere.
Group G this year is the so-called “Group of Death,” with the U.S. drawing Germany, Portugal and Ghana. Incidentally, there is a culinary “Group of Death” within our borders – in a one-mile stretch of Lenwood, California, off Interstate 15, there is an Arby’s, Subway, Chili’s, Baja Fresh, Denny’s, IHOP, Del Taco, Carl’s Jr., Godfather Pizza, El Pollo Loco, Panda Express and Jack in the Box.
The U.S. has never won the World Cup. This owes to the fact that soccer does not play to America’s strengths: Military might, industrial wealth, venture capitalism, political polarization, Hollywood infotainment, occasional gun violence and overpriced caramel macchiatos at Starbucks.
Landon Donovan has been left off the U.S. World Cup roster. This would be like leaving vermouth out of a Martini.
Only eight countries have ever won the World Cup. Brazil has five titles, Italy four, Germany three, Argentina and Uruguay two each and England, France and Spain one each. Coincidentally, these nations produce some of the world’s finest beer and wine.
The first World Cup was staged in 1930, in Uruguay. It has been held every four years since, with the exception of 1942 (due to World War II) and 1946 (due to countless Delta flight delays).
Nana Kwaku Bonsam, a Ghanaian witch doctor, claims he is responsible for the knee woes besetting Portuguese superstar Cristiano Ronaldo, saying the injury “can never be cured by any medic.” I was going to blame Obamacare.
Mexican coach Miguel Herrera has recommended his players keep their pants on before play begins – no sex, he says. To be honest, I know I have done some of my best work during long periods of involuntary abstinence.
ESPN has the World Cup cornered – heck, ESPN has the whole world cornered. Every second of every game will be on ABC, ESPN or ESPN2, plus WatchESPN or ESPN3 online, and you can even tune in to all 64 matches on your smartphone or ESPN FC app. In my home, I also can access ESPN game coverage through my microwave oven and master-bath showerhead.
And, finally, the World Cup gets my vote if for no other reason than…In soccer, there are no timeout stoppages piled on top of timeout stoppages, no end-of-match parade to the foul line and no replay. Then again, penalty kicks are a bit unfortunate.
Actually, this just in – the matches may be fixed. That’s not good.
Ask The Slouch
Q. Every time Rafael Nadal serves, he goes through a ritual – he bounces the tennis ball, picks his shirt on the left then on the right, scratches his backside, smells his fingers, then smashes the ball. Other than put on your lucky socks, what ritual do you have when you pick a wife? (Randy Augustine; Charleston, W.Va.)
A. I call a previous wife and ask her what she did with the ring.
Q. Wouldn’t you like to be Tom Brady for a day? (John Mueller; Beaumont, Tex.)
A. Well, sure, but then he’s got to be me, and I don’t think he could handle it.
Q. At the X Games, are you disqualified for a negative PED test? (Mike Okubo; Chicago)
A. Pay the man, Shirley.
Norman Chad is a syndicated columnist. You, too, can enter the $1.25 Ask The Slouch Cash Giveaway. Just e-mail firstname.lastname@example.org and, if your question is used, you win $1.25 in cash!