I'm not much of a soccer fan, but I do love the Spanish national team. I know I should root for either the United States or Ireland, countries of which I am a citizen, but the truth of the matter is that when it comes to soccer I am, as I was told in another context by Spaniards, españolizado.
The recent triumph of the Spaniards in the Euro Cup was on a par with what the United States used to do to teams in Olympic basketball. When you consider that the Spaniards didn't give up a goal in the knockout rounds, that's as amazing almost as the Dream Team not calling a single timeout during the '92 Olympics in Barcelona.
Soccer is, in my humble and some would say highly uninformed opinion, quite flawed. The games are tedious, the flopping a joke, the lack of technology to get calls right a travesty, the offsides trap a detriment -- in short, it's the perfect sport to either play or watch the highlights of, only. But in no way does that diminish the Spaniards' accomplishment.
¡Enhorabuena, España!
(c) 2012 The Truxton Spangler Chronicles
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