I was listening to Gresh and 'Zo on 98.5 The Sports Hub on the way into CSN today, and bless their futbol-lovin’ hearts for beating the soccer topic hard. 'Zo was crying about his Croatian team getting robbed in its match with Brazil.
They have my admiration because I DO NOT CARE ABOUT THE WORLD CUP! There, I said it, and I feel like the weight of Rio has been lifted off my shoulders.
Every Olympics and every World Cup, those of us in the sports media are expected to have opinions on these events. Sorry. I'm done faking it. No hot futbol takes from this guy.
Let me be clear: I don't hate soccer. But, I don't like soccer, either. I just don’t care about it either way. What I do hate is someone telling me I have to. You know what, pal? Kiss off!
I don’t care about the World Cup because I have no need for it in my life. I have three kids under 12, too much debt, under-funded college savings accounts, a new puppy on the way, a basketball team whose future is dramatically in doubt, and a quarterback who thinks he's Robocop and will play forever. I don’t have time to care about anything else.
Plus, I'm too damn old to learn a new sport. The space in my brain is spoken for. Offsides? Sorry, no room at the inn.
Furthermore, I feel I'm in the majority. But for some reason, we're the outcasts. If you don’t love the World Cup -- or hate the World Cup -- you're irrelevant. Well, I guess if we don’t care that does make us kind of irrelevant. Fine. I’m irrelevant.
But, if I hear soccer talk on the drive to work again, I'm turning to Pearl Jam or Springsteen on satellite radio.