I want to paint you a little picture, readers. You see, for the last eight years or so, I’ve spent Saturday mornings waking up, rolling downstairs, and flipping on Fox Soccer to watch the day’s matches while my husband made snide comments about soccer being lame and boring.
Tonight? My husband not only voluntarily turned on the Gold Cup SemiFinals, but I’m a little concerned he may actually lose his voice screaming in support of the US Men’s National Team in the CONCACAF Gold Cup Finals on Sunday. My victory is nearly complete. As soon as he picks a Premiere League team to root for (please, Jesus, not Chelsea), I can start openly celebrating his utter conversion.
That’s beside the point, dear readers. The point is that after many, many years and many, many attempts, soccer may just be on the verge of arriving in the US. Oh, sure, it’s because the men’s team is playing incredibly well right now, but I’ll take it.
I think it’s high time the Ladies… met the US Men’s National Team. Join me, after the jump, won’t you?
Meet the US Men’s National A Team.
This is Landon Donovan. He has horrible hair and no chin and I love him anyway.
Hello, Heath Pearce. Go back to the hot-ass floppy hair.
Robbie Rogers. I call this ‘Still Pecs with Trophy.’
Logan Pause is a gigantic dork and I want him to come play in Philly.
Stuart Holden is approximately thirteen years old, and is the sixth member of N*Sync.
Brian Ching. The man, the myth, the JESUS GOD LOOK AT THAT.
Clint Dempsey. And his arms.
Carlos. Effing. Bocanegra. Rekkanize.
I could go on all night. Point is, there’s a reason you should be watching soccer, and it’s not just the game itself.
Look, I’m allowed to be shallow every so often. Live with it.