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Soccer Explained (More or Less)

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The State of Soccer

It was a soccer tournament weekend, and I either learned, or figured out some things about soccer.

First, there should be no surprise as to the charges of corruption aimed at the FIFA—the International Federation of Association Football (French: Fédération Internationale de Football Associatione).

Soccer is the most capricious and arbitrary sport known to man.

The laws of the game, like federal, state, and local laws are poorly understood, which leaves room for officials at the game to interpret them any way they please. There is no requirement to be consistent, so the rules can be applied differently on different occasions, for different teams, or because the referee just felt like it. Even at the professional level, there is no review of the instant replay, because between 97.5 percent and 99 percent of all soccer calls are wrong. This means that it would be physically impossible to ever complete even a single game—it would be call, review, change, call, review, change.

Theoretically, soccer games are played for a set period of time. Adults play for two 45 minute halves, with younger players having shorter time periods. However, at tournaments, to keep things on schedule, the halves are shortened, usually to 30 minutes. There are no timeouts; if a player is injured, referees can add time at the end, if they feel like it—or not.

This particular tournament had 30 minute halves for the first game. The second game had a 35 minute first half, and a 38 ½ minute second half. I’m not sure if this is related to Einstein’s theory (Five minutes with a pretty girl passes faster than five minutes sitting on a hot stove) or because the referees had cheap watches. In any case, the flow of time was fluid throughout the entire event.

Finally, when the home team was playing, the visitors were awarded copious penalties, including five yellow cards and two red cards. The home team was not so harshly judged.

So there you have it:

  • Rules no one thoroughly understands
  • No oversight for those enforcing the rules
  • An enthusiasm for randomness
  • A casual relationship with time
  • A new meaning for the term “Home Field Advantage”

Now you know why it’s the world’s most popular sport.

Soccer Tournament Weekend

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If you’re a new parent, or expect to be a parent someday, here is some information you will need.

In America kids play soccer. In the rest of the world, kids play football, sometimes called futbol. They’re all the same.

Don’t confuse this with American football. American football players, each wear more protective gear than an entire Marine battalion in combat; they “play” for about 15 seconds by banging into one another, usually ending up in a pile on the ground. After that there’s a three minute pause while officials take measurements and the teams reposition themselves for the next play. If it’s professional, college, or whatever and televised add several additional minutes for advertisements. The football is occasionally kicked, but more often it is thrown by hand.

American football players are generally from America, often recruited from American colleges where they played as highly paid amateurs. After playing American football for a few years, most players suffer enough head trauma so as to forget whatever they learned in college, the fact that they ever went to college, and the fact that they aren’t supposed to drool.

American football is divided into four quarters, each of which lasts 15 minutes, but the timer is stopped at the end of certain plays, when a team calls for a time out, for station identification and commercials, or for review of instant replays. The last five minutes of the fourth quarter usually lasts several hours.

In soccer, the players also wear protective gear—shin guards. The game is divided into two halves; for adults, each half lasts 45 minutes. The players play for the entire half, running approximately 250 miles during the average game. Except in cases of extremely serious injury (e.g. missing limb, sucking chest wound), the halves last 45 minutes. In case of rain, snow, or extreme heat, the halves last 45 minutes. Lightning is the one exception; lightning strikes tend to take out entire teams, the spectators, and tend to ruin the expensive soccer balls.

Professional soccer players are international—this means that they are not necessarily from the country where they play soccer. They may not speak the local language, or even knew that the football club, city, or country where they play existed before arriving. Because of such issues, hand signals are used for official rulings and severe penalties are communicated by colored cards. Yellow means, “You better watch it, Bub.” Red means “Yer outta here, and your team can’t send in a substitute.”

Most American kids do play soccer but don’t go on to play professional soccer the way their American football counterparts do. Professional soccer is not as profitable because after supporting children’s soccer, soccer parents cannot afford to attend professional sports matches or live in decent neighborhoods. In fact, if soccer uniforms, travel, and gas for the car were allowed to be deducted for tax purposes, most soccer families would qualify for food stamps.

But if their kids go to college, they’ll remember that they went, and much of what they learned, even if that material in Economics 101 evaporated shortly after the final exam was completed.

Personal to Mick Jagger

Mick,

You may be out there on stage bopping with the best of them. However, that song, Time Is On My Side? You may have spoken a few decades prematurely.

 

 

 

 

SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA - NOVEMBER 12:  Mick Jagger and Keith Richards of The Rolling Stones perform live at Allphones Arena on November 12, 2014 in Sydney, Australia.  (Photo by Mark Metcalfe/Getty Images)

SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA – NOVEMBER 12: Mick Jagger and Keith Richards of The Rolling Stones perform live at Allphones Arena on November 12, 2014 in Sydney, Australia. (Photo by Mark Metcalfe/Getty Images)

This past weekend was what some call a “soccer weekend.” Others call it a “Crime against Humanity” prohibited by the Geneva Convention. Why do I say this?

First, no matter how much you love soccer, until they make disposable soccer (excuse “football”)  shoes (excuse me “boots”) there are flaws in the system. Soccer is unlike baseball where teams take turns and the speed of play is determined by the pitcher. Some compare it to American football in which there’s a play lasting less than a minute, followed by a period of rearranging.

Soccer is played in halves, which depending on age last anywhere from thirty minutes to forty-eight hours, depending on age. (Those age groups that involve walkers take considerably longer and are regularly interrupted by cardiac emergencies).   There are no time-outs in soccer unless there is a significant injury to a player–and I mean there better be pulsating arterial blood or fixed and dilated pupils.

Now, take roughly a dozen teenagers, who already exude vast quantities of eau de hormone, and have them play three or four games WITHOUT BENEFIT OF A WASHING MACHINE!

Just as no good deed goes unpunished, evil people seek opportunities. With soccer, it was like Khan in Star Trek,  quoting from Moby Dick . “From hell’s heart I stab at thee; for hate’s sake I spit my last breath at thee.  When you are exhausted and the calendar predicts  a three day weekend, a soccer tournament I send unto thee…”

Mick,years ago I tried to face such things with at least a modicum of grace and acknowledge, “Well, I’m not twenty anymore.”

It’s not a large a leap to, “…not thirty anymore.” But now, when I have to say, “I’m not sixty anymore,” let’s just say that time may not be on my side.

However, while you’re preparing for your next tour, I’ve made it home. My son’s team placed second, and life is good.

Even if I’m not sixty any more.

 

 

Soccer Mom’s (and Dad’s) Lament

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If you’re a soccer parent, you know the experience of carting your child and a half dozen others to practice and games.

Then, of course there are tournaments, usually placed so that the 3 day weekend you need so badly is now wall-to-wall soccer.

So, we say…

Wait for it….

“Life’s a pitch and then you die.”

Sorry about that. It was too good a pun to pass up.

Real Daddies (and, of course) Mommies

It’s Sunday morning and my daughter and I are in Fredericksburg, which Google Maps says is two and a half hours from home. With traffic jams, travel here was closer to four hours.

National Weather Service Wakefield, VA

National Weather Service Wakefield, VA

It’s soccer tournament time. My wife is with my son at his soccer tournament. Fortunately the total of the kids at home don’t outnumber the parents.

It’s pouring rain at both locations.

My son’s games for today have already been cancelled. We’re waiting to see what happens with my daughter. Rumor is that only one field (artificial turf) is available, so only the championship game will be played. They’re supposedly trying to figure out which teams will be playing.

Real mommies and daddies are there for their children.

At soccer.

In the rain.

Or at their concert, recital, science fair, other sports event or whatever.

G-O-O-O-O-A-L!!!

Denver-bound!

Denver-bound!

Our daughter, not yet 13, is taking her first semi-solo trip. She’ll be traveling with a group from her soccer club to Denver for the national soccer camp.

We are not dealing with a scared, frantic child.

Mom, on the other hand, is a different story.

There’s something unsettling about having a child take one of those big steps.

What if…?

What if…?

The packing is done. We plan on being at the airport at 5:00 AM (at least traffic will be light on the way there, not so much on the way home).

Now, all we have to deal with is reality. Our children are growing up.

I Don’t Understand Sports

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I’ve never understood sports, and even if I did understand sports, all it would take is the game of cricket to confuse me. I’m not sure anyone really understands cricket.

We drove 114 miles to watch my daughter play soccer today. After 1 hour of actual play, we drove 114 miles back.

I don’t understand soccer. They say even professional soccer players can’t quite figure out the off-sides rule, so I’m in good company.

But I do understand that I live and work for my family.

If that includes 2 hours each way (plus or minus) time to talk with my wife and whichever kid is playing; if that includes being there for my family and if that includes building memories my kids will carry with them, that I understand.

Murphy’s Law and Other Thoughts

The kids normally have their soccer games on Sunday, which can be a schedule juggle for a number of reasons. Church is one. Having a full day of driving cheering, etc. before diving back into the work scene is another. So you’d think I’d prefer Saturday.

Not necessarily.

Both kids had games in Richmond – about a two hour drive. The games were at the same time. Convenient, huh? Wrong.

They were about an hour’s drive apart from one another.

If you don’t have kids in soccer, this may require some explaining. Soccer complexes don’t have a convenient place to kill an hour, except in your car. Most don’t have indoor plumbing, much less concessions, etc. Therefore the only logical alternative was to drive two cars halfway across the state in the same direction at the same time.

To add insult to injury, to get to the games on time we had to get up about 6:30 – not exactly weekend hours.

But the kids had fun.

An I guess that’s what it’s all about.

End of the Weekend

Katie’s team won the first game in a downpour one to nothing with Katie scoring the winning goal in the last minute of play.

It was worth getting soaked, but I was sorry that it was raining so hard I had to put the camera in the car.

Katie on the move.
Hey! The upload worked!

Katie was very disappointed that they didn’t place first. I was proud of the fact that they were playing here as a midfield and both the players and parents were excited by her contributions to the team over the weekend.

I guess I’ve gained enough wisdom to know what’s important.

In other words, I know when the glass is half full.