June 18, 2006
LIKE ADDING WINE TO MAMA’S BARBEQUE
The True Story of American Soccer (Dave Eggers, Slate, June 9th, 2006)
Our continued indifference to the sport worshiped around the world can be easily explained in two parts. First, as a nation of loony but determined inventors, we prefer things we thought of ourselves. The most popular sports in America are those we conceived and developed on our own: football, baseball, basketball. If we can claim at least part of the credit for something, as with tennis or the radio, we are willing to be passively interested. But we did not invent soccer, and so we are suspicious of it.The second and greatest, by far, obstacle to the popularity of the World Cup, and of professional soccer in general, is the element of flopping. Americans may generally be arrogant, but there is one stance I … stand behind, and that is the intense loathing of penalty-fakers. There are few examples of American sports where flopping is part of the game, much less accepted as such. Things are too complicated and dangerous in football to do much faking. Baseball? It's not possible, really—you can't fake getting hit by a baseball, and it's impossible to fake catching one. The only one of the big three sports that has a flop factor is basketball, where players can and do occasionally exaggerate a foul against them, but get this: The biggest flopper in the NBA is not an American at all. He's Argentinian! (Manu Ginobili, a phony to end all phonies, but otherwise a very good player.)
But flopping in soccer is a problem. Flopping is essentially a combination of acting, lying, begging, and cheating, and these four behaviors make for an unappealing mix. The sheer theatricality of flopping is distasteful, as is the slow-motion way the chicanery unfolds. First there will be some incidental contact, and then there will be a long moment—enough to allow you to go and wash the car and return—after the contact and before the flopper decides to flop. When you've returned from washing the car and around the time you're making yourself a mini-bagel grilled cheese, the flopper will be leaping forward, his mouth Munch-wide and oval, bracing himself for contact with the earth beneath him. But this is just the beginning. Go and do the grocery shopping and perhaps open a new money-market account at the bank, and when you return, our flopper will still be on the ground, holding his shin, his head thrown back in mock-agony. It's disgusting, all of it, particularly because, just as all of this fakery takes a good deal of time and melodrama to put over, the next step is so fast that special cameras are needed to capture it. Once the referees have decided either to issue a penalty or not to our Fakey McChumpland, he will jump up, suddenly and spectacularly uninjured—excelsior!—and will kick the ball over to his teammate and move on.
American sports are, for better or worse, built upon transparency, or the appearance of transparency, and on the grind-it-out work ethic. This is why the most popular soccer player in American history is Sylvester Stallone. In fact, the two greatest moments in American soccer both involved Sylvester Stallone. The first came with Victory, the classic film about Allied soccer-playing POWs, and the all-star game they play against the Nazis. In that film, Stallone plays an American soldier who must, for some reason—no one can be expected to remember these things—replace the goalie on the POW team. Of course, Stallone knows nothing about soccer, so he must learn to play goalie (somewhere, Moron McCheeby grins triumphantly). Stallone does this admirably, the Allies win (I think), and as the crowd surrounds them, they are hidden under coats and fans and sneak away to freedom.
Surely the last word on why soccer is un-American but beloved by Europeans, even if he does have his facts wrong about basketball.
Posted by Peter Burnet at June 18, 2006 9:15 AMI tend to agree with the flopping stuff, especially when the three guys with "Doctor" shirts come out and remove the guy with a stretcher and 1 minute later the guy is back on the field.
My pet peeve with NFL football is the excessive celebrations after scoring (heck these days, the guys celebrate when they make a tackle). It is rather poor sportsmanship.
I must admit, I did watch the US-Italy game yesterday (the Braves-Red Sox game was a bust and NBC is horrible with golf). I somewhat enjoyed the game although the red card stuff was dreadful with the US-Italy game. I am watching Japan-Croatia; however, I went up stair to take care of some business and when I came back 20 minutes later, nothing happened in my absence. I have to admit, when goal scoring opportunities come up they are exciting; however, it takes a long time. It is like eating crawfish or crabs, a lot of work for a little meat.
Posted by: phcuck at June 18, 2006 10:53 AMA baseball player, let alone a basketball players, gets his face smashed and bloodied the way MacBride's was in yesterday's match, and he's on the 15 day dl.
Not uncommon tho in true football for someone to get stitched up on the sideline and return to the match.
Posted by: Jim in Chicago at June 18, 2006 11:11 AMYou mean like Dave Roberts yesterday? If a baseball player ends up that bloody, or carted off the field, it means someone actually had to do something extraordinary, and punching someone's elbow with your face doesn't count in that regard. (As for the gymnastic aspects, I still like the way Ishikawa landed on his feet after that catch.)
Any sport in which "fouls" play an important part is going to have its acting aspects. But he's right about the flopping, it, along with football like displays after making a play you are paid to make is what makes it unappealing. As for football, players may not flop themselves only because there are so many officials (and now instant replay) on the field that its hard to get away with anything. (And yes, some of the most famous baseball plays are close, often involving a Reggie Jackson type.)
Maybe what soccer, which is supposedly such a beautiful sport, needs to to to achieve US popularity is to add judges who score the artistic and technical merits of the players, like they do in ice skating and gynmastics. And make those scores count for something in the standings, too.
Posted by: Raoul Ortega at June 18, 2006 11:43 AM"Baseball? It's not possible, really—you can't fake getting hit by a baseball, and it's impossible to fake catching one."
This guy begs to differ.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IhtnK_bC-Ic&search=college%20baseball%20player
Andrew,
Nice video find. The umpire didn't buy the act and threw the offending player out of the game when he complained about it. That's quite a difference from the soccer fakes that I've seen. The batter's reaction does make me wonder how many times the act has worked.
I don't think the Canadian birth of the inventor makes basketball a Canadian invention, since he invented it while in the U.S.
The amazing thing about that story is that it took them years to think of cutting the bottom out of those peach baskets.
Posted by: PapayaSF at June 18, 2006 4:21 PMI'm not into any sports really, but the thing about soccer is the interminable back and forth of the game. With football, the game at least lets people progress if slowly and in futility. Baseball they take turns making points. Basketball is quick enough that the back and forth isn't that annoying. But the soccer field is so big that it just drains the interest out.
Posted by: RC at June 18, 2006 5:40 PMPapaya:
Well, on that theory, For Whom the Bell Tolls is the greatest Spanish novel of the 20th century and Canada gets at least 50% of the credit for the New Deal. I suppose you also suffer from the quaint conceit that you invented the telephone.
Did I ever tell you how Orrin first conceived of this blog at an Expos game in Montreal?
Posted by: Peter B at June 18, 2006 7:49 PMMontreal doesn't have a major league baseball team. Montreal has never had a major league baseball team. The ExExpos, er, the Nationals, have always been in the District of Columbia. And we've always been at war with Eurasia.
(Has a team that lost a post 1905 or so Major League team ever had it replaced by a minor league one? Candidate cities would be Milwaukee, Seattle, Kansas City and Washington City and now Montreal. And the 2004 Mariners don't count, despite how they played.)
I caught near the end of the Korea-Japan game to see some guy (Korean I think) carted off the field on a stretcher. In real sports, if you can't make it off under your own power, you are at least headed for the clinic for some x-rays. The recuerative abilities of soccer players is simply amazing, as I saw him moments later sitting up drinking from a bottle like nothing much happened. Do they delay the games in this way as a way to compensate for the lack of official time outs?
Posted by: Raoul Ortega at June 18, 2006 9:15 PMD'Oh! That's Korea-France.
Posted by: Raoul Ortega at June 18, 2006 9:16 PMWhat will OJ do when he relizes that the 100 million (is it up to a billion yet?) immigrants he's so bent on importing turn us into a soccer loving nation?
Enquiring minds want to know.
Posted by: Bruno at June 19, 2006 12:28 AMPeter: Hah! Canadian revisionism. I can find no mention of any period of residence in Canada after the invention. Naismith lived the rest of his life in the U.S. and became a citizen on 1925. He married twice and served in the Army, on the Mexican border and in France. Sorry, he's an immigrant, we get credit.
The Hemingway analogy is inapt because he didn't write in Spanish, wasn't becoming Spanish when he wrote the novel, and didn't become Spanish afterwards. If he had and did, yes it would be.
Bell gets credit for the telephone the way Columbus gets credit for America and the Wrights get credit for the airplane: while there are nitpicky semi-arguable earlier claimants, the famous names deserve their credit because the real-world practical consequences came from their work.
Posted by: PapayaSF at June 19, 2006 1:28 AMAt least Naismith can be reasonably claimed as being of Canadian origin, unlike Alexander Graham Bell, whom the Canadians are always trying to claim as their own, mainly because he spent two years there between leaving Scotland and settling in Boston.
You'll note that this CBC site of the Ten Greatest Canadians somehow avoids mentioning that Bell became an American citizen in 1882.
Posted by: H.D. Miller at June 19, 2006 2:01 AMPapaya:
Horse droppings! He was a proud Canadian who invented the game as an indoor winter diversion for a bunch of Americans who were too delicate to go outside and play hockey. He didn't become a U.S. citizen for almost thirty years. That he was subsequently entrapped by a Yankee siren and eventually succumbed to the lure of your filthy lucre bespeaks a spiritual weakness that has nothing to do with the original invention.
Hey, given all those American draft dadgers who spent their lives making crafty things up here and eventually took out citizenship, does that mean we can claim blue grass?
Posted by: Peter B at June 19, 2006 6:54 AMNo Peter. The originator of bluegrass music was Bill Monroe (born and raised in Rosine, KY.). Come on down to Owensboro and visit the International Bluegrass Museum some day.
Posted by: Bartman at June 19, 2006 9:22 AMYou know, I have to disagree with Dave Eggers and pehaps Peter as well. I think the American aversion to soccer is easily explained and it turns not at all on an over-inflated love American invention or aversion to fakery. We could in this comment section come up with a list of hundreds of imported games and activities that Americans participate in with delight and pride. We could similarly list hundreds of sports and games with an element of fakery that Americans readily embrace.
But the fact is that prior to the end of the 19th century, most sports were played by and restricted to an elite group. With the invention of baseball, basketball, and football-excellent and fun group sports became available to the American public which was egalitarian enough at the time to make it a public pursuit. As a consequence, Americans invested their time and allegience to these sports. They played as children, came to know great players, memorized volumes of stats, and gave their hearts completely to favorite local, college and profesional teams. Egalitarian sport did not reach the rest of the world until the advent of soccer. The regular people of the world embraced it as their everyman's sport, but it was too late in America. We had a half century's head start and there was no room in our lives for a fourth great public sport. It's just an issue of timing.
I actually think it's a little sad that we can't be a part of the world's fondness for soccer. But compared to the games that came first and won our hearts, soccer is unfortunately not nearly as big a thrill to an All-American girl.
Posted by: Wen at June 19, 2006 12:17 PM