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I know it’s a game
Eleven players per team
A field and a ball
But my broken heart
Will miss the red, white and blue

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Jesterly Challenge Month – November 13th

Revis asked me to eloquently elaborate on the superiority of football over futbol.  (Anyone who knows me even a little bit understands that this will be a true challenge for me, because I love soccer.  Love it!).  Anyway, give it a read and let me know how I did in the comments.

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Ah, Revis, you should have been a bit more specific…I know what you meant to ask, but you left it so open that I could answer you several ways without actually giving you what you wanted.  Should I compare the English style to the Spanish style: pace and power over technique and finesse?  Should I compare styles within North America: MLS over Liga MX?  Or, should I compare the broader European Football against South American Futbol?

In fairness to your intended question, though, The Queen would certainly agree that (American) Football is far superior to (soccer) Futbol for the simple reason that (American) Football has an off season.  Between domestic leagues on different schedules, national team friendlies and cup competitions, there is never a time when Futbol takes a break; which certainly works for me, because I love the beautiful game.

Since I’m feeling generous, I’ll rise to the challenge as issued (and lie).
(Hey, I’m a fiction writer; I basically lie all the time.)
(This is going to hurt.)
(Ugh.)

Football is… better… than futbol because …

Hmm.  I was going to go with the standby “American” answer and say, “because it is a higher scoring game that never has a lull in the action.”  However, in forcing my fingers to try and type that, I realized a truth: there are a ton of pauses in the action in American Football.  They have commercials every chance they get.  Long time outs, breaks between the quarters, injuries, and sometimes even just breaks between the plays all warrant an opportunity to stop the action and throw a commercial on the screen for all those fans watching from home.

And that’s one reason I can actually agree that Football is better than Futbol.  I don’t even have to lie.  All those commercials give me an opportunity to get stuff done during the three hours a game is on.  Where a soccer game only gives me the 15 minute break between halves to quickly eat, or run to the bathroom, or change a diaper, or whatever other chore I’m procrastinating on, while watching a Football game I can get a ton of stuff done!

So, there you go.  In one way, Football truly is better than Futbol.
(In 9 million other ways, however, Futbol destroys Football.)
(Also, in fairness to The Queen, she can’t stand (American) Football either.)
(Also, in the Kingdom, the Little Prince is known to run around shouting “Goal!”)
(I’m so proud.)

belief

Bloodied, bruised, broken and strung out after three grueling battles, you emerged from the fray when all but a few had written you off.  The odds were against you.  The world was against you.  But, your fans believed.  And you believed.

As the sweat of the jungle poured from your aching limbs, you advanced across the pitch towards a fourth foe.  You would not advance further.

Image Credit: AP
Image Credit: AP

 

Casualties took their toll and the probing speedy attacks finally found the chinks in your impressive armor, those weak spots where wars are truly fought and won, or lost.  Even then you battled on, refusing to accept that all hope was lost.  The odds were against you.  The whole world was against you.  Your fans believed.  And you believed.

If there hadn’t been a time limit on this particular battle on this particular day you would have found a way to regain the ground you had lost.

So hold your heads high, be proud of what you accomplished.  Enjoy the triumphs of your first battles.  Revel in the glory of having succeeded where so many others would have and did fall.  Care to your wounds.  Spend time with your families.  But, keep your swords sharp and your wits about you, because you will be called upon again.

And next time, though the odds will be against you, and the world will be against you.  Your fans will believe.  And you will believe.  That love of the game, that passion, that never-say-die attitude matters more than the rest.

Image Credit: Getty
Image Credit: Getty

less beautiful

Oh, what a Cup it has been.  Upsets.  Goals.  Drama.  Highs.  Lows.  It has been a testament to what the game should be.  Interest has peaked in places it normally doesn’t.  The whole world is watching.

It has been beautiful.

Enter Luis Suarez…

I hope the proper authorities are reviewing the footage.  And, if it is found that he did in fact bite Giorgio Chiellini, I hope he is banned from the game for life.

Bite a player once, and apologize, okay fine.  I don’t understand it, but, maybe it can be forgiven.

Bite a player twice…  Well, I can’t really explain how you are still playing.  But, benefit of the doubt, sure… Okay.  We’ll give you one more chance.

Bite a player three times…

Please, FIFA, ban him for life.  Make the game beautiful again.

 

love, lust

The whole world in a cup,
Wrapped in gold, glory.
A month long quest,
Of cheers, jeers,
Love, lust,
Goals.

The battles call to me,
From the true green pitch,
Nations fighting,
Flags waiving,
Honor,
Pride.

Samba dance with a ball,
Ninety minute songs.
I hold my breath.
The whistle,
Controls,
Me.