Ann Coulter, World Cup, and the increasingly insane right wing.

To be honest I’d meant to post my response to the now-infamous Ann Coulter op-ed piece, “Any growing interest in soccer a sign of nation’s moral decay” a few days ago.  One, because it’s goddamn absurd, and two, because run off from google searches may direct some curious eyes towards my blog.  Never opposed to the pageviews.

Italicized text is that crazy dumb cunt’s.  I’ll respond paragraph-by-paragraph.


 

I’ve held off on writing about soccer for a decade — or about the length of the average soccer game — so as not to offend anyone. But enough is enough. Any growing interest in soccer can only be a sign of the nation’s moral decay.

Holy fucking dad jokes, Batman!  You should hold off for another few decades because you don’t know what they fuck you’re talking about.  Two rich old white dudes buying American politics is a more salient example of the nation’s moral decay.

• Individual achievement is not a big factor in soccer. In a real sport, players fumble passes, throw bricks and drop fly balls — all in front of a crowd. When baseball players strike out, they’re standing alone at the plate. But there’s also individual glory in home runs, touchdowns and slam-dunks.

If I’m being nitpicky: soccer matches are, in fact, played in front of a crowd. There’s a catcher and umpire behind the plate. Doesn’t somebody throw the touchdowns to Calvin Johnson?  Doesn’t someone lob the ball up for a Blake Griffin slam dunk? PS I love that she hyphenated slam dunk.

In soccer, the blame is dispersed and almost no one scores anyway. There are no heroes, no losers, no accountability, and no child’s fragile self-esteem is bruised. There’s a reason perpetually alarmed women are called “soccer moms,” not “football moms.”

Remember that time a guy got killed in his home country for scoring an own-goal in the world cup?  Why didn’t they just chop the foot off of everyone that was on the team?

That’s also not why they’re called soccer moms.  They’re called soccer moms because their kids play soccer (and likely won’t have long-term damage from concussions).

Do they even have MVPs in soccer? Everyone just runs up and down the field and, every once in a while, a ball accidentally goes in. That’s when we’re supposed to go wild. I’m already asleep.

Yes, they do have MVPs.  Thanks for laying out your ignorance in such conveniently bite-sized portions.  Football, basketball, and hockey all involve going up and down a field waiting for a ball (puck) to go in. Hockey scores specifically used to be a lot like soccer scores before some rule changes to increase scoring were implemented.

• Liberal moms like soccer because it’s a sport in which athletic talent finds so little expression that girls can play with boys. No serious sport is co-ed, even at the kindergarten level.

I don’t think that’s why liberal moms prefer soccer.  I do think that’s why liberal moms won’t vote for a party that’s actively sexist.

• No other “sport” ends in as many scoreless ties as soccer. This was an actual marquee sign by the freeway in Long Beach, California, about a World Cup game last week: “2nd period, 11 minutes left, score: 0:0.” Two hours later, another World Cup game was on the same screen: “1st period, 8 minutes left, score: 0:0.” If Michael Jackson had treated his chronic insomnia with a tape of Argentina vs. Brazil instead of Propofol, he’d still be alive, although bored.

You keep the King of Pop out of this.  No knockout/championship games end in ties.  Like an NHL regular season game there’s an extra time period and a shootout.

Even in football, by which I mean football, there are very few scoreless ties — and it’s a lot harder to score when a half-dozen 300-pound bruisers are trying to crush you.

It’s still pretty damn hard to score sometimes.
• The prospect of either personal humiliation or major injury is required to count as a sport. Most sports are sublimated warfare. As Lady Thatcher reportedly said after Germany had beaten England in some major soccer game: Don’t worry. After all, twice in this century we beat them at their national game.

Using soccer commentary to explain that soccer is a lesser sport is one of the most bizarre things I’ve ever read.  How many people get major injuries playing golf? Or dressage?

Baseball and basketball present a constant threat of personal disgrace.

Only if you’re an asshole.

In hockey, there are three or four fights a game — and it’s not a stroll on beach to be on ice with a puck flying around at 100 miles per hour.

This stat is entirely made up. 

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And playing hockey is nothing like taking a stroll on the beach.  Neither is soccer, baseball, baking cupcakes, getting a root canal, buying car insurance, or getting a prostate exam.

After a football game, ambulances carry off the wounded. After a soccer game, every player gets a ribbon and a juice box.

Wait, really?  What football games are you watching? That sounds dangerous. Also, I got snacks AND a juicebox after teeball games.

• You can’t use your hands in soccer. (Thus eliminating the danger of having to catch a fly ball.) What sets man apart from the lesser beasts, besides a soul, is that we have opposable thumbs. Our hands can hold things. Here’s a great idea: Let’s create a game where you’re not allowed to use them!

Catching a fly ball isn’t all that dangerous.  To proclaim that other beasts are lesser, regardless of criteria (thumbs, non-existent souls, the ability to survive outdoors for a winter, naked, and not succumb to hypothermia) is a pretty flawed, anthropocentric worldview.

I could hit/catch a baseball thrown at me with my hand. It would break my bones, ergo a bat and glove.  It’s how the game has been designed, it’s not an attack on your evolutionary advantageous appendages (though you’re probably of the belief that god created man as they are).  If you’re looking for soccer with hands, watch handball.

• I resent the force-fed aspect of soccer. The same people trying to push soccer on Americans are the ones demanding that we love HBO’s “Girls,” light-rail, Beyonce and Hillary Clinton. The number of New York Times articles claiming soccer is “catching on” is exceeded only by the ones pretending women’s basketball is fascinating.

Who’s force feeding us soccer?  It’s the largest international event outside of the Olympics, it’ll have comprehensive coverage on television.  HBO’s Girls?  A pretty accurate representation of 20something white girls in Brooklyn, which is why it’s so goddamn insufferable to watch.  Light-rail? Because your dependence on cars is causing endless traffic and the inevitable melting of our planet.  Beyonce? I can’t. Hillary Clinton? 2016!

Soccer is catching on.  It’s because the US’s domestic league is steadily increasing in talent level, there’s increased broadcasts of high level European soccer, and social media creates a truly interactive fan experience.  Particularly the younger generation that’s not going to vote for the candidates your’e supporting.

I note that we don’t have to be endlessly told how exciting football is.

Except we are.  There’s year-long coverage of such mundane aspects as training camp, preseason games, players’ offseason behavior, etc.  We’re being forcefed football throughout the year, we’ll pay attention and hyperanalyze the sport during the 5 months it’s actually on TV.

• It’s foreign. In fact, that’s the precise reason the Times is constantly hectoring Americans to love soccer. One group of sports fans with whom soccer is not “catching on” at all, is African-Americans. They remain distinctly unimpressed by the fact that the French like it.

Xenophobia at its finest!  Please Ms. Coulter, speak more to the opinions of African-Americans.  You’d definitely make a great spokesperson for the people who you’d prefer to deny voting rights.

• Soccer is like the metric system, which liberals also adore because it’s European. Naturally, the metric system emerged from the French Revolution, during the brief intervals when they weren’t committing mass murder by guillotine.

We adore it because it’s rational and makes calculation/measurement infinitely more user-friendly.  The fact that it goes into “science” and “technology” which you actively don’t believe in could ruffle some feathers in your camp.

Despite being subjected to Chinese-style brainwashing in the public schools to use centimeters and Celsius, ask any American for the temperature, and he’ll say something like “70 degrees.” Ask how far Boston is from New York City, he’ll say it’s about 200 miles.

Familiarity with the metric system is taught, functional use of it is not.  It’s not, like “70 degrees”, because the planet is heating up at an alarming rate.

Liberals get angry and tell us that the metric system is more “rational” than the measurements everyone understands. This is ridiculous.

Totally said it was rational a few sentences ago by complete coincidence.

An inch is the width of a man’s thumb,

 

This isn’t true

a foot the length of his foot,

Neither is this

a yard the length of his belt.

The people you hang out with are much fatter than this.

That’s easy to visualize. How do you visualize 147.2 centimeters?

That’s about one and a half meters.  How do you visualize 147.2 inches?  Divide by 12? Again by 3?

• Soccer is not “catching on.” Headlines this week proclaimed “Record U.S. ratings for World Cup,” and we had to hear — again about the “growing popularity of soccer in the United States.”

If records are being set, how can you say that it’s not catching on?  Oh, right, you’ve made a career out of denying facts.

The USA-Portugal game was the blockbuster match, garnering 18.2 million viewers on ESPN. This beat the second-most watched soccer game ever: The 1999 Women’s World Cup final (USA vs. China) on ABC. (In soccer, the women’s games are as thrilling as the men’s.)

This has more to do with nationalism than the sport or the gender of the people playing them.  What were the ratings like for USA’s Olympic hockey matches?  Probably more than any given game of the Stanley Cup Finals.

Run-of-the-mill, regular-season Sunday Night Football games average more than 20 million viewers; NFL playoff games get 30 to 40 million viewers; and this year’s Super Bowl had 111.5 million viewers.

Like I said, this has to do with the pervasive coverage of American football and the fact that these games are almost always held on the weekend – we’re free to watch them.

Remember when the media tried to foist British soccer star David Beckham and his permanently camera-ready wife on us a few years ago? Their arrival in America was heralded with 24-7 news coverage. That lasted about two days. Ratings tanked. No one cared.

This just makes it weirder that people are still watching the Kardashians.

If more “Americans” are watching soccer today, it’s only because of the demographic switch effected by Teddy Kennedy’s 1965 immigration law. I promise you: No American whose great-grandfather was born here is watching soccer. One can only hope that, in addition to learning English, these new Americans will drop their soccer fetish with time.

The perfect kicker.  You’re a blue-blooded, white American.  Maybe your great-great-grandfather was an immigrant (we all were at one point).  Maybe he had kids with his cousin.  Maybe he had illegitimate children with one of his slaves.   But damn these people moving to AMERICA who can’t speak AMERICAN who don’t watch AMERICAN football.  Get a fucking grip, lady.

I get it.  You’re a real life, actual troll.  You’re racist, sexist, xenophobic, and actively anti-intellectual.  Don’t try to throw the world cup under the bus.

 

For a few weeks, the rest of us reach across the aisle, and embrace our brothers and sisters and root for the U S of A to kick in some dicks.  If you’re not rooting for the USMNT, you  may as well be a terrorist.  As far as I’m concerned, you are.

Observations from an Acme trip

My life is pretty goddamn boring, all things considered.  Actually getting up and going to the Acme for groceries today was the most I’ve done after work in a long time (outside of drinking, whoops).  That Acme at 20th and Oregon was a godsend.

We were just shopping for the basics. As 3 bachelors we don’t grocery shop nearly enough, sustaining ourselves mostly with grubhub and food our mothers’ pack us because they know we don’t grocery shop nearly enough.  Leftovers/care packages aside, we have had literally no food in our fridge since June 13th.  No milk, no eggs, no nothing.  Eggs make up about 60% of a bachelor’s diet, and when we’ve run out of those you know we’re in rough shape.

First, the deli meats.  I take a number.  Unsurprisingly, a person hired to slice cold cuts and cheese manages to fuck this up, skipping ticket number 9 and 11 (me).  After some minor chirping, he took my order (1 lb store turkey, 1/2 lb sandwich pepperoni, 1 lb provolone).  Pro-tip: Pepperoni on cold cut sandwiches is an absolute gamechanger.  After he cut the meats with glacial pace he went to the cheese (and I ate half the bag of pepperoni while I was waiting).  He ran out of provolone at .80 lbs, devastating.  But this is where things got interesting – he walked out to the front of the counter and lifted up the glass that covers the display meat/cheeses.  I was completely flabbergasted, how long have I been living in ignorance?

While waiting for the deli, I also saw the cart pushing kid.  He had to wear an obnoxiously bright yellow vest that said “no tips”.  Not only does this kid have the worst possible summer job (previous cart guy here), but his uniform explicitly states that he can’t accept tips.  Diabolical.

This process takes no less than 20 minutes.  Within this time Alex buys our other bachelor staples: 1 1/2 dozen eggs, 1 gallon of whole milk, 1 jar mayonnaise, 6 Amoroso’s rolls and a steak.  We’ve been in the grocery store for nearly 30 minutes and there’s not a single fruit or vegetable in our cart.  Fuck yeah.

But I do love me some smoothies, so I went for the following fruits – blueberries (BOGO, YOLO), bananas, and then [clueless].  I asked Alex what third fruit to go for (the naners weren’t nearly ripe).  He suggested peaches, as they’d bridge the gap perfectly between blueberries and bananas, which oddly makes perfect sense.  The peaches weren’t ripe so I opted for nectarines, which would turn out to be a fateful decision.  We got some tomatoes too, because you’re required to buy some when you grocery shop in south philadelphia. On the way out of the produce section we grabbed one white onion, to caramelize and put on the steak, and because it’s the least green vegetable there is.

The only additional dairy items we’d need were Greek yogurt (for smoothies) and shredded cheese (for the billion eggs in our future).  Bizarrely, there were individually wrapped, plastic spoons available by the yogurt.  Like, were we supposed to just hunker down and eat the yogurt there?  Doesn’t make any sort of sense.

We get in line.  This is where shit went haywire.  The cashier, named Nick, maybe 19-20, couldn’t tell what fruit the nectarines are.

“Yo whats youse call this?”

“Nectarines”

“Whats letter’s that start with?”

Audible gasp. Do you, philly public schools.  Do you.

“N” – as I eyeball his nametag.

“Auugh”.  Nick struggles mightily.  I see ‘white cheddar’ appear briefly on the monitor which is about as far from nectarine as you can get.

“Hey man if you can’t find it I’ll take them for free.” My humor predictably goes well over his head. I finally, mercifully, pay while Alex takes the groceries from the bagger into the cart and things somehow get worse.

In one bag: steak on top of blueberries on top of our carton of eggs.

In another: A single tub of greek yogurt.  In yet another: our single jar of mayonnaise.

Another: Firm, unripe bananas on top of soft hoagie rolls.

As someone who packed boxes at Costco to be maximally efficient and squish-worthy, this caused visceral agony for me.  All the idiots at the Acme are forgiven if I just find out they were stoned the whole time.

538’s burrito bracket is dumb as fuck

So you may remember Nate Silver of FiveThirtyEight fame, who used polling data and statistical modeling to predict the 2012 election with startling accuracy.  Those with knowledge of data science probably weren’t too surprised with the accuracy of predictions but that’s not what I’m here to talk about.

I like 538.  Or at least, I want to.  I’m a believer in sabermetrics (and advanced statistics beyond those found in the box score) and data science in general, as it’s possible to glean insight and compose stories from large datasets.  Life makes more sense to me in chart form.

But there’s some things you can’t quantify.  One of those is the best burrito in the country determined via  a Burrito Bracket.  It’s absolutely preposterous.  Mr. Silver has the gumption to coin “VORB” – value over replacement burrito.  Give me a break dude. I want to give you the benefit of the doubt and believe that you have some self-awareness and this is just a goofy wink towards stupid long acronyms that run rampant in the sabermetric world.  But that’s not the case.  You can read the methodology here.  Hat’s off to him for sound reasoning and transparency.  What he doesn’t account for in his crowd-sourced data is that most people are fucking idiots and I hate most of them.  And none of them would know a good burrito if it entered through their bunghole.  But this is all completely unnecessary.  I already had the best burrito in the country.

I know a good burrito.  I am right and you are wrong.  Sure, this is where I realize I’m being hypocritical (like the GOP), ignoring science (like the GOP), and all around an asshole (like the GOP).  Here’s a live look at govinbhai:

grandpa_simpson_yelling_at_cloudHere’s where things come to a head.  538’s burrito correspondent lists Frontier Restaurant as the top seeded burrito in the west region.  Let’s parse this out.

There’s someone who’s real, actual title is burrito correspondent.  What a useless fucking existence this person lives.*

(*Unless I get a job as a burrito correspondent.  Then it’s arguably the most important duty that can be bestowed on a person.)

Despite a lower VORB than other burritos, Frontier Restaurant was still ranked #1 by the voters.  This whole bracket has a BCS-esque vibe to it, in that there’s unnecessarily complicated statistics that end up meaning dink because of some voters and arbitrary intangibles.  Though this lends some credence to the next point:

You know who decided almost 8 months ago that Frontier Restaurant’s burritos were a 10/10 and essentially perfect, tantamount to boner jams and panty slushies?  None other than govinbhai.  I didn’t blog it until February, but I knew mid-October when I was eating there that it was some legendary shit.

Boom, roasted

Afterwards I definitely took a legendary shit

There’s a time and place for statistics, data analysis, and being palpably smug.  Burritos are not that time nor place.  Burrito is a lifestyle.  I’m team burrito ’til I die.Some things you just don’t fuck with and burritos are exactly that.

So sorry, FiveThirtyEight.  I beat you to the punch.  I am a burrito expert and I already had the best burrito in the country.  Call off the bracket and give me your lunch money so I can quit my job and eat burritos.  Nerds.