May 23, 2008
A common complaint leveled against soccer is that it’s boring. Meanwhile, nobody bothers issuing the same critique about baseball, where the guys hawking Amstel get more of a workout running up and down the aisles plying semi-conscious onlookers with cheap suds than the various mesomorphs manning the field and where the play — which is about as frenetic as a Van Gogh still life — is interrupted so that a pitcher can practice.
No other sport we’re aware of, save for highly competitive mobster bocce ball, allows the flow of action to grind to a halt so that one of the participants can get in a proper warm up while eyelids flutter. Basketball players don’t stand around while play stops as a guy who previously temperature-controlled the bench with his arse hoists a few shots at the hoop and soccer players don’t lounge about so a substitute, who’s just finished wowing middle-aged housewives with sideline calisthenics, can come onto the pitch and take a few practice kicks.
[Editor's note: baseball is also one of the few sports where the manager, even though he's older than fossil fuel, suits up like the players as if a septuagenarian is going to be called in to pinch hit. It's also one of the few outdoor sports in which play is suspended for an amount of rainfall that would not put a halt to the average wedding]
One thing for certain is that for soccer or baseball, whether it’s the heaps of abuse screamed at the mascot, impromptu cheap seat ‘bat day’ beatings, or flares resembling a Hezbollah missile attack fired off in the stands, the real action is either in the crowd, or in the case of British football, the 18 hours prior to kick-off when the heavy drinking commences.
Dutch fans have been known to whiz on automobiles with German plates, fans of some Italian squads to do fascist salutes, Argentinian fans to knife one another pre-match, however these supporters show Salvation Army-like gentility compared with their British counterparts.
That being said, British fans gave a better than usual accounting of themselves recently, when according to the Daily Star, the 80,000 yobs who descended on Moscow for the Champions league final between Man U and Chelsea, didn’t kill or maim anyone, but instead, completely depleted the local beer supply.
A United fan noted, “We were all on good form and the drinks were flowing in this little place we had found near the Kremlin. “But suddenly the barmaid threw up her hands and said: ‘No more!’
Fans complained bitterly as the lager ran out and they were told, ‘no beer, just vodka‘.
For more on beer shortages of a more serious, global nature, click here.
