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Twinkie-Fingered Gloves and other World Cup Matters that annoy Rick Reilly

Again, I am in Europe.  I am doing my best with soccer.  But, as did a previous post to which I linked, Rick Reilly’s list of things that bug him about the World Cup does strike a chord.

Included in Reilly’s list is:

The Twinkie-fingered gloves goalkeepers wear. No wonder the English goalkeeper allowed that easy shot to give America a 1-1 tie in the Group C opener. You couldn’t stop a beach ball with those big goofy things. What, is Hamburger Helper a sponsor? Why must they be so huge? Doesn’t Roger Rabbit need them back? And where do the batteries go? How are goalkeepers expected to hang on to the ball with them on? And is it difficult to play goalie while also taking things out of the oven?

Here for the rest.

Ross Douthat: “For Want of a Goal”

Where I grew up we didn’t play much soccer.  Indeed, we suspected that soccer wasn’t too far from good old fashioned communism.  Still, we are in Europe for a few weeks and my family is getting into the World Cup spirit.  Switzerland is ecstatic about their win.

But, we were all mystified today as to why the third goal was disallowed.  It didn’t help that we were listening to German announcers.  I’m sure they knew what they were talking about, but we don’t speak German.

All of which is to say, I can really relate right now to this post from Ross Douthat.

I am not a soccer fan, particularly. I hated playing the game as a kid, I’m easily exasperated by the ties and the low scoring and the penalty-kick finales, and I loathe what Jonathan Last calls “the ritual attack of the soccer scolds” every World Cup season. (Also, I had college roommates — and dear friends — who insisted on referring to the game as “football,” even though they were Americans going to college in America, for crying out loud.) Buttoday’s United States-Slovenia match was a beautiful, remarkable, riveting thing to watch — and a game seemingly perfectly engineered, in its stakes and scoring and sudden reversals, to hoist me on my own soccer-hating petard.

Until, that is, what should have been the winning goal, capping an astonishing American comeback, was disallowed by a flagrantly awful and entirely mysterious referee’s call. And suddenly all my bright talk from a couple weeks back about the virtues of living with bad officiating seemed like so much pompous dreck. I wanted instant replay for the World Cup, and I wanted it today.

Over to you, Joe Posnanski:

When you are watching a sport you don’t often watch, things happen that you don’t quite understand. Why didn’t that play count? Oh, the offensive lineman was holding. Why was that basket disallowed? Oh, that guy was standing in the lane for three seconds. Why was that home run taken away? Oh, the umpire said it went foul. This happens in every sport.

But what made Coulibali’s Call-of-Folly so maddening is that even soccer experts could not tell us why it happened.

Here to read more.

Lebron: A Jump Shot from Half-Court

HT: Z

Watch the Implosion of Texas Stadium from a camera inside the stadium

Okay – -this has no redemptive value . . .

but if you’re a Cowboy fan, it may be as painful to watch this as it was to watch Dwight Clark’s catch in the end zone.

http://www.dallascowboys.com/farewell/Texas_Stadium_Implosion.cfm 

Or – - you could watch the Clark catch

A win for the ladies at Augusta, Georgia

imageBefore I forget – - one reminder from Phil Mickelson is simply to smile.  Smile broadly.  Smile often.  It goes a long ways.

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My wife, cried, when Phil won on Sunday.  And, it wasn’t because she has a soft spot for lefties.  She was so encouraged to hear him say how much it helped to have his wife and family there.

Rick Reilly explains why the ladies won Sunday.

AUGUSTA, Ga. — It’s not often women win the Masters, but they did Sunday.

Actually, Phil Mickelson won, but for millions of women around the country, it must feel like a lipstick-sized victory. Mickelson, in case you forgot, is the guy who stayed true to his wife. He’s the guy who’s been missing tournaments the last 11 months while he flies her back and forth to a breast cancer specialist in Houston. He’s the guy who didn’t need reminding that women are not disposable. . . Mickelson is the guy whose heavy head on the bed pillow lately wasn’t self-inflicted. Both his wife, Amy, and his mother, Mary, have breast cancer. Usually, those two are at every tournament he’s in, but for the last year they’ve been fighting, resting, and fighting again at home. And Mickelson has gone back to his rented homes alone.

So when Amy turned up on the 18th green Sunday at Augusta National for the first time in 11 months and Mickelson practically fell into her outstretched arms, you wanted to hug somebody yourself. Mickelson hugged and cried. And his wife hugged and cried. And his coach and his caddy hugged and cried. And 10 minutes later, the caddy was still crying.

"This is way beyond golf," said caddy Jim "Bones" Mackay, who’s been with Mickelson for 19 years. "This is about a guy who loves his wife. This is about a guy who had a really hard year. Twenty years from now, nothing will compare with this. This is his greatest win, by far. Because of Amy, because of his mom, everything. God bless all those women that go through what Amy and Phil’s mom have gone through. Because I’ve seen it and it ain’t easy."

"Of all the majors I’ve been involved in," said Mickelson’s coach, Butch Harmon, "be they with Tiger, Phil, anybody, this is the most emotional by far. This year has been a big, big strain on him. His game has suffered. What he really wanted was to be home with his family."

You figured a guy who came into this Masters having played only seven tournaments this year — and never placing better than eighth in any of them — would have a snowball’s chance. But something melted in him when his wife and three kids showed up for the first time in nearly a year on Tuesday.

Here to read the rest.

A great collection of Olympic pictures

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Here for more from the Big Picture.

Douthat on Whether or Not Mark McGwire Should Be Forgiven

My brief answer: yes, but forgiveness doesn’t mean the elimination of consequences.

Douthat’s point is that we should be careful in saying that we won’t forgive McGwire, because we may have to discount every hero from that era of baseball.

Ross Douthat:

As Joe Posnanski notes, nobody seems much inclined to do it. And you can understand why. McGwire’s extended mea culpa comes years after it became clear that he took steroids, years after he stammered his way through a Congressional hearing, years after a public expression of contrition would have counted as brave and morally impressive. He’s been beaten to the admission-and-apology punch by everyone from Alex Rodriguez to Jason Grimsley. And he still doesn’t want to acknowledge, for understandable reasons, that the steroids made all his home runs possible, even though saying that they kept him healthy so that he could hit home runs is basically the same thing anyway.

But here’s the thing: If McGwire shouldn’t be forgiven, then I’m not sure anybody can be forgiven from here on out.

Read more here.

O’Reilly interviews Brit Hume about his comments for Tiger Woods

Hume: “You speak the name Jesus Christ, and I don’t mean to make a pun here, but all hell breaks loose. . . it is explosive. . . it triggers a very powerful reaction in people who do not share the faith, always has.”

God bless Brit Hume.

See also this post.

HT: Denny Burk

Half-Court (or more) heave to win

HT: About 10 different blogs

Brit Hume reaches out to Tiger Woods

I pray Tiger hears this and responds.

HT: Sarah Flashing at Evangel