“Come Monday…” is a weekly series that will involve a review of, or commentary about, websites, movies, documentaries, television shows, sports, music, and whatever else may tickle my fancy at the time. Be assured that these reviews will be generally positive, as in accordance to the Jimmy Buffett song “Come Monday.” This is subject to change, however. In fact, I would be most derelict in my duties to neglect going on a rant every once in a while. For rants promote change, and change can be good—right? Therefore, since good is generally considered as being a positive force in 99.3% of the parallel universes that I am aware of, even a rant could be considered as being something positive, and a genuine hissy-fit would be even better (so I’m told).
Yep, the end of this world (at least as we know it) has to be near. For I generally loathe soccer, and yet, there I sat in front of the TV (slightly to the right side of it, actually) while my wife and her mother were at church (along with shopping, which is part of their regular Sunday ritual) absolutely transfixed on the action (and non-action, as it were) taking place in the Women’s World Cup quarterfinal match between the [USA and Brazil].
Wait at minute… Watching a women’s soccer match while my wife and her mother were at church… Maybe the devil really did make me do it?
No, it didn’t hurt a bit that our goalie is [Hans Solo’s] daughter. Yeah, [Hope Solo’s] biography has her being from [Richland, WA], but is it just a coincidence that the first Star Wars movie produced was named, A New HOPE? I don’t think so, and don’t think that her being a stone-cold fox as anything to do with my interest. For I hardly noticed.
Anyway, the match had everything that I have come to love (heavy emphasis upon sarcasm here) about the game of soccer. For there was plenty of playing footsy in the middle of the field, with the occasional missed shot on goal from pointblank range. There was even an obvious fake injury meant to waste time by the Brazilians near the end of extra, extra, extra time.
Alas, I suppose I really do owe an apology or two to [Adullamite] and [Ryan] for giving them so much grief over being such rabid soccer fans. I will still reserve the right to call the game soccer—certainly not football. No, never [football].
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