Baseball season is over. I'm thrilled that my San Francisco Giants are world champions for the third time in five years. Growing up, I went through a long, long dry spell and never imagined that I would ever experience such success.
Like many Americans, my interest in soccer, or football - as the rest of the world refers to the sport - spikes once every four years, during World Cup season. Although I enjoy the World Cup, I have been known to make a few suggestions for improvement of the game, mostly in the interest of encouraging more scoring, but so far FIFA has not agreed to either eliminate goalies altogether, or to count any ball crossing the end line as a score.
I have, however, managed to adopt a favorite team in both the Italian Serie A League - Sampdoria (because my relatives live in that neighborhood of Genoa and I'm amused by their incredible drunken Popeye logo) and in the Mexican League - Chivas (because a friend of mine took me to one of their games when I was visiting Guadalajara and I was pleased that we missed the rioting of their supporters by one week). So far, though, I have resisted the temptation to choose an English Premier League Team for some of the following reasons:
- I never got around to it
- I thought that people who did so were putting on airs, accents, or both
- I don't really know the teams and didn't want to choose a front runner or an obvious choice like all of the Europeans that are running around with New York Yankee hats.
After consulting with my nephews - big Arsenal fans - I have decided to take an entire season, to do some research, to look for the quirky and unusual, and to find a team that matches my personality, my tastes, and what I think is right in the world.
In short, I have decided to follow the advice that my nephew Kyle gave me - "Let the club come to you." This blog will be a description of that process.
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