Societies and Sports — Soccer, Football, & More

It’s World Cup season again, which brings to mind some thoughts I thought many years ago about the differences between soccer and other sports in relation to the societies that revere them. That train of thought first left the station twenty-some years ago when I was traveling on temporary duty in Europe (either France or Russia, I don’t recall) and was exposed to nearly constant “futbol” coverage. Years later (and still five years ago) the thoughts resurfaced when I was watching my Clemson Tigers men’s soccer team play win the national championship.

Basically: The differences between soccer and football — or between “metric football” (as former WSJ columnist James Taranto referred to it) and American football — and even between soccer and other beloved U.S. sports like baseball and basketball — can give us some insight into the differences between other world societies and the United States of America. More precisely, our “USonian” culture (yes, I cribbed the name from Frank Lloyd Wright’s architectural philosophy) seems better fit to our brand of football than the international brand. By extension, it seems our love of (or, in some cases, obsession with) football and baseball and basketball gives us different outlooks, different approaches to life, from the rest of the world that emphasizes soccer.

What differences, in particular?


(Image from the Rocky Top Sports World blog.)

One of the first that came to mind is the fact that soccer is a free-flowing game — more akin to basketball (and hockey, field hockey, lacrosse, etc.) in this respect than to football and baseball and softball, which are more set pieces and move along in increments. Soccer and basketball players move nearly constantly, looking for openings and opportunities; in contrast, football and baseball players come to stops in play, and set up offenses and defenses in anticipation both of what they think they can accomplish and what they anticipate the other team doing. That said, soccer and basketball players do stop from time to time as they feint, maneuver, and react to changes in possession, and they must change directions and tempo throughout their time on the pitch or the court, but their set plays and executions come primarily in relation to game events (corner kicks, free and penalty kicks, inbounds, free throws) as opposed to being built in to the structure of the sport.

I may be making more of this than warranted, but hear me out: Perhaps the free flow of soccer and basketball might fit our lives as individuals — certainly in life the clock keeps running, as in soccer, as much as we might appreciate a timeout — but often group interactions require a bit more structure and even precision. This may particularly be true if we work with others in a company and depend on the company’s success for our livelihood. I recall quality improvement sage Dr. W. Edwards Deming talking about the different levels of interaction between the members of a bowling team and the members of an orchestra, and how the interactions of an effective production unit must work more like an orchestra: not just playing their parts correctly, but ensuring that all the parts work together at once in pursuit of the common aim. With that in mind, it seems the set piece approach of football and baseball may fit more of our lives than does the free flow of the other sports.

If that’s true, it may seem a little odd, even counterintuitive, that the society that enshrines individual rights might prefer structured sports while societies which seems less concerned with individual rights prefer a free-flowing — dare we say laissez-faire? — sport. But one thing we as Americans seem to appreciate is that we can join together in cooperative ventures without abrogating our individual rights, and even temporarily set aside part of our individuality when we find a cause, or a team, worth supporting.

Speaking of cooperative ventures, one thing that holds true for all team sports — soccer, football, basketball, and so forth — is simply that each player must do their part in light of the team’s aim to score points. We may have the opportunity to score ourselves, or to assist others, but we all share the aim even if we play different roles in achieving it. And one obvious difference between soccer and football — and indeed between soccer (and also hockey, lacrosse, etc.) and other sports — is the vast difference in scoring potential.

In soccer, only single points are scored at a time; no matter who does what in soccer the score will only increment by one point. Players have no opportunities for multiple goals at any one time, which is vastly different from other sports popular in the U.S.A. In baseball and softball, we can score up to four runs at a time with a grand slam. In basketball, the standard scoring was always two points until the three-point rule was adopted, so now scoring can increment much faster than it used to. Football, of course, grew from rugby to the point that a touchdown is now worth six points. Even cricket allows for multiple runs at a time.

I recall watching a soccer match in which one team went down two to nothing. They continued to take shot after shot, but it was always evident that the only way to win would be to crawl back through the tie-game situation, to first play to tie and then to win. At the risk of speaking for my fellow Americans, this does not sit well fundamentally with those of us born and raised in the U.S.A. In our favorite games, football, baseball, and basketball, teams have a greater chance to rally than would any team in soccer, such that close games are much more precarious — and often more exciting.

We seem to believe, more than soccer-loving societies and cultures, that we can get ahead in giant leaps. We are brought up believing that it is possible to dare and to do great things, that we do not have to score in small increments but have it within ourselves to achieve more in one shot than other people might. We believe in breakthroughs, in extraordinary performances that produce significant differences in the real world and in the games we play. Perhaps fans of cricket can say the same.

From my perspective, the possibility of scoring a touchdown when down by a field goal, or scoring big in an inning, may be likened to our quest for innovation and our penchant for inventiveness. The possibility that the other team may make a comeback can lead us to run up the score to prevent it, because something in our American psyche prefers that we not only win but win decisively — which may be reflected even in what military historian Russell Weigley called “the American way of war,” which has historically been to win by annihilation.

What was it Conan, as portrayed by Arnold Schwarzenegger, said was among the best things in life? “To crush your enemies.” Yes; yes, indeed. And what better way, in sports, than by scoring a lot of points at once?

Penalties and timekeeping are also quite different among the various sports, and may perforce speak to other differences between cultures. I have not played soccer in a long time, and therefore am a little fuzzy on what warrants an indirect kick versus a direct kick, or a yellow card versus a red card, but one thing I do remember is that the clock keeps running in soccer while a penalty is assessed. In contrast, the clock stops in a football or basketball game while the penalty is enforced.

Another interesting difference is that in football the coach of the aggrieved team often has the option of declining the penalty if the result of the play would be more advantageous. That speaks to the situational aspect of the sport, but so does the fact that many penalties affect the distance to be covered but not the number of attempts: A first-and-ten can turn into a first-and-five or a first-and-fifteen if minor penalties are assessed against either the defense or the offense, respectively, but it is still first down. That makes me wonder if one of the things we in the U.S.A. appreciate culturally, that perhaps others appreciate less, is the do-over. The second chance.

Sticking to the subject of penalties, I wonder about the significance of the fact that, in soccer, one of the most dependable ways to score is the penalty kick. As with the pitcher in baseball, the advantage lies mostly with the kicker: Delivering the kick, like delivering a pitch to a batter, places a huge strain on the goalie. Anticipation, vision, perception, reaction — the margin for error is tiny, and it seems success for the goalie is a fine line between doing all the right things and simply not doing something wrong: the avoidance of error, as opposed to the achievement of success.

But, again, I may be reading more into this than I should. It’s all fun and games, right? Many say we take our sports too seriously, especially if we are spectating rather than participating. (And writing this many words on the subject must fall into the “taking it too seriously” category.)

This breakdown, of course, says nothing about individual contests. All sports require discipline and effort and so have value for life lessons as well as for health and fitness. It may be that some are more games (even athletic games) than sports, but that’s a distinction we need not belabor. Suffice it to say that, as with the example of the bowling team and the orchestra above, individual sports such as tennis, golf, swimming, martial arts, etc., teach excellent lessons about concentration, preparation, determination, and endurance, but less perhaps about leadership and cooperation than team sports. And different team sports such as soccer, football, baseball, and basketball emphasize different cooperative skills. Not necessarily better or worse skills, but different, so the more we can obtain at least a passing familiarity with these endeavors — from the pitch to the field to the diamond to the court, and even to the orchestra pit — the better we can understand and relate to the concepts needed for effective cooperation.

In conclusion, and by way of full disclosure: I’ve played most of these sports, and often enjoyed them though I may not have been very good at them. This includes soccer, so please do not conclude that I dislike the sport at all. Soccer spectators blowing vuvuzelas are another matter; those horns are damn annoying, but soccer itself is fine for what it is. But as a red-blooded USonian American, I relate more to sports where sudden breakthroughs and dramatic lead changes make the outcomes far from certain, and where the action is strategically guided, tactically coordinated — and potentially devastating.

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Human Rights Are Individual Rights

Sometimes it’s necessary to state the obvious, so here goes: People will not read this post, though a person might.

You can probably already see where I’m going with this. So let’s go there.

People — collectively — will not read this. Individual persons — singular people — might. (One possible exception is if a person were to read the post aloud to someone else, or even to an assembled group of people, but how often does that happen in the modern world?)

This idea of singularity rather than plurality applies regardless of demographic. Black people will not read this post, though a black person might. Ditto for white people, or any other racial label you might apply. Rich people will not read this post, though a rich person might. Et cetera.

My point here is that we make a mistake when we talk about “people” collectively, as if they are cells operating together in a huge body instead of entities operating individually as persons. It’s a failure of language, and maybe a failure of perspective.

We make the mistake whenever we lump people together into groups, especially groups we want to criticize or lionize: Democrats and Republicans; Christians and atheists; Carolina fans and Clemson fans (!). It is easier to treat them as groups we can point at as if “they” were amoebic, single-minded masses instead of individuals with their own attitudes, abilities, and dreams. (“They” collectively — and “we” collectively — make it hard when some individuals come together to make trouble, whether as not-so-peaceful protesters or sports hooligans, but even then some individuals stand apart and aloof, separate from the mob, and deserve not to be lumped in with the troublemakers.)


(Image: Word Cloud, “On Liberty by John Stuart Mill: An Important Book for Intellectual Thinkers,” by _, on WordCloud.app.)

Finally, now to the point of this post: Yes, we make a similar mistake with respect to rights. People do not have rights, though persons might. Groups do not have rights, only the individuals within those groups.

Why? Because rights are exercised individually, they belong to individuals. We err when we overemphasize rights with respect to groups and neglect the individuals who make up those groups. We can end up diluting those rights, acting as if they are only spread across large populations rather than held by singular people, and that is a dangerous step toward overlooking and even removing those rights.

Let’s not go down that road.

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Yearning to Breathe Free?

Most everyone in the United States and very many people in the world are familiar with the inspiring lines inscribed on a plaque in the pedestal of the Statue of Liberty:

Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses

The phrase comes from Emma Lazarus’s poem, “The New Colossus.” I’ve noticed that a few people seem to treat the poem as if it expresses some official policy of the USA, but it does not; it was written as part of a public effort to raise money to build the statue’s pedestal. And from some of the recent rhetoric about immigration, it seems that a few people leave out an important clause, treating the lines as if the statue is said to be welcoming any and all tired, poor, huddled masses as opposed to those “yearning to breathe free.”

It seems, then, that we need to re-emphasize that part.

First, what does it mean to yearn? Most of us know this in our bones, because we do so even if we may not use the word. We all have (or have had) things we yearn for, important things we earnestly desire with a depth so profound that to fail to achieve them would be a fate nearly as dire as death. Perhaps we yearn for love, or success, or a peaceful existence, but whatever it is, we wish for it with all our heart even if it may be beyond our reach.

Then what does it mean, really mean, to breathe free? Is it simply to be liberated from whatever persecutions or hardships we face, to be even momentarily out from under the boot of oppression or poverty or disease? Not quite. Temporary release would be a reprieve rather than a life. Breathing free may at first come by escaping from a previous situation, but continuing to breathe free comes at the price of the effort to maintain that freedom.

Yearning to breathe free, then–and particularly yearning to keep breathing free as time goes on–means not only the earnest desire to achieve freedom but also the deep commitment to hold on to and support that freedom by will and effort. I don’t pretend to know the situations of everyone, but that commitment seems to be lacking in some of the tired and poor who behave as if coming here is supposed to automatically and immediately confer rest and riches, as if the Declaration of Independence said happiness is to be granted rather than pursued. Admittedly, that same commitment seems to be lacking in some of those born here, who behave likewise as if they expect and are entitled to a lifetime of breathing free. Yearning to breathe free is not a wish to be released from toil, but a wish to enjoy the benefits of one’s toil; not a wish to be subjugated to a life of dependence on others, but a wish for a life of opportunity to survive … and maybe even to prosper.

How about you? Do you yearn to breathe free? If so, I bet you know that it entails more than just wishing for liberty: it requires working for it.


(Image: The Statue of Liberty, by AskALotl, on Wikimedia Commons.)

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I would be remiss if I did not present the full poem, which contrasts the then-to-be-erected Statue of Liberty with the classical Colossus of Rhodes. It is in the public domain, and is deserving of close study:

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

It’s a wonderful sonnet, and I appreciate Ms. Lazarus’s turns of phrase (especially “imprisoned lightning” to describe electricity). I may have read more into it than Ms. Lazarus intended, but that’s what we do with all writings, from the Bible to blog posts: interpret them in our own ways, and read between the words and lines for what they mean to us.

In the end, I wish for us all the opportunity to continue to breathe free.

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Life Metaphors: the Garden, the Tree, and the Fall

Many years ago, I learned to regard Scripture “literally” in a very specific sense: not in the sense that each word must be understood in a literal sense, but that the Bible contains very different types of literature and that it’s often best to treat each type separately. History as history, poetry as poetry, philosophy as philosophy, and so forth.

For some years now, I’ve come to understand more parts of Scripture as metaphor. I won’t go so far as to say I’m right in each case, but thinking of some parts as metaphorical helps me understand it a little better.


(The Garden of Eden, by Thomas Cole, 1828. Public domain.)

For instance, what can the story of the Fall tell us if it is more metaphorical than historical? I’ve begun thinking of it as representative of our human journey through life.

Here’s what I mean by that:

The Garden represents the innocence into which we are born. It represents our earliest breaths, our pure potentiality, and even our exploration of the wonders of the world. It is that state in our lives, before we have grown jaded and corrupted, when we don’t understand the pain we experience, in which we are closest to the God who made us. We walk in the cool shade, naked and unashamed.

Then we encounter the Tree.

The Tree, of course, represents knowledge — it is the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, after all — and possibly wisdom. It is larger than we are, and we can rest in its shade or climb its heights; though, if we climb, we run the risk of falling. And its fruit is not one fruit only, but many: often sweet, but sometimes unfortunately bitter — and even, perhaps, poisonous. As we eat of it, we grow out of the innocence of youth into adulthood (and hopefully into knowledge), but do we grow into wisdom? If we’re lucky, if we’re careful, perhaps, though we may only do so by climbing and falling and climbing again, over and over, despite the injuries we sustain.

Finally, we face the Fall — expulsion from not only the vicinity of the Tree but from the Garden entire. In this metaphor, the Fall represents death. No matter how much knowledge we attain or wisdom we develop, we are condemned to the grave.

But just as being expelled from the Garden opened up a wider world for humanity to explore, we may hope that death opens up new vistas, broader universes, and deeper knowledge of God and all of reality.

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The brush in my hand is empty of paint

The brush in my hand is empty of paint to color you all the same
And it’s empty of tar to feather you with in some politician’s name
Instead I’ll just use it to dust off the clinging debris of road and fray
So we can sit down and break bread together in hope of a better day

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So Much Hatred Everywhere

Reading so much vitriolic rhetoric over the past few days, I ginned up this little verse and posted it to my main social media accounts today:

So much hatred everywhere
On my left and on my right
But I won’t surrender to despair
Or give up in the fight
To support and do the good I can
Even if my good may not be great
And to try to be a better man
Without giving in to hate

It’s nothing much, but it reflects how I feel.
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Social Media Proliferation … and, Bridging the Gap

So, how many social media sites are you on these days?

I ask because I’ve been watching with some amusement the mass exodus from X/Twitter to Bluesky. A great many folks on Facebook have announced their transition from the one with the blue bird logo to the one with the blue butterfly logo, often with snarky commentary about Mr. Musk’s management of the former and/or the results of recent election. (Alas, some of the commentary is more hateful than snarky.)

I’m still on X/Twitter, but the other day I set up a Bluesky account to see what it’s all about. As my first post, I submitted some verse:

Bluesky Beckoning

I see blue sky outside my window
Behind the few remaining leaves
Shaking as the autumn wind blows
And the smiling sun deceives me
Into thinking that it’s warm out
Despite the trees becoming bare–
Still, I’ll go stumbling down the scenic route
In the invigorating air

This makes the sixth social media site I’m on, which is probably three too many. In rough order of how much time I spend on them, I’m on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, LinkedIn, MeWe, and Bluesky. I was on Google+ while it lasted, though I didn’t use it much, and still have a Gab account which I haven’t looked at in ages. That’s in addition to bulletin boards like Baen’s Bar and Discord; sites that are considered social media but I don’t use as such, like YouTube; and things I’m not sure how to categorize, like Substack. Imagine if I were also on TikTok and Threads and Reddit and Snapchat and Pinterest and Tumblr and … what did I miss? I’m sure I missed some.

It makes me long for a treaty on the nonproliferation of social media.

Social Media Icons With Paint Splash Effect
(Image: “Social Media Icons With Paint Splash Effect,” by Lewis Ogden, on Flickr under Creative Commons.)

Which brings me back to the X/Twitter-to-Bluesky exodus.

From what I’ve seen, the majority of people posting about moving completely from one site to the other seem wistful, as if remembering X/Twitter as some idyllic playground where they waltzed carefree among sweet-smelling flowers of approval and likemindedness. And perhaps for them it was just so! Now that others have gained verbal ground on them, though, with arguments they consider distasteful and attitudes and opinions of which they disapprove, they have packed up their toys and moved to another playground.

Now, I’m all for spending time with friendly people rather than enduring hostility. But that Bluesky playground has its own unsavoriness. Much of the posting — and this may be because it’s still so new to so many people — expresses relief that they found a new playground, albeit often with no small amount of disdain for those who would choose to stay behind. Some of the sneering and condescension is amusing, though not when it seems to slide from simple dislike into snobbery and hatefulness.

I don’t know how comfortable all the Bluesky immigrants should be. One day, something may spark an exodus from Bluesky to some new platform yet to be imagined. Sites come and go — MySpace, anyone? — and some people will always be looking for the next, better thing.

I expect the end result will be more societal fragmentation, as the echo chambers resound in chorus and the political bubbles thicken and calcify by us-versus-them rhetoric, rather than minds meeting in ways that help us understand one another — even if we choose not to appreciate one another. But because I can be a glutton for punishment and believe that bridging gaps between people is important, I will stand in the middle, dipping my toes into each pond now and again, ready to engage with anyone on either side who is willing to discuss, debate, or even argue in good faith and civility.

Let me know if you’d like to stand with me.

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Ignorance is Bliss Because Smartening is Hard

I’ve watched a lot of finger-pointing this week as folks on either side of the Olympics opening ceremony brouhaha have become Internet-fueled art historians, art critics, mind readers and apologists. The number of reports available on the subject is overwhelming, and none of us is capable of absorbing and making sense of them all — yet many people are pleased to share what understanding they think they’ve gleaned. (If ever there were a good use case for the automatic aggregators commonly passed off as artificial intelligences, collating and distilling all of that data would be it … except they can’t be trusted because their programmers seem to have inserted curious biases into them.)


(Image: “Knowledge over Ignorance,” by thepixelsmith, on DeviantArt under Creative Commons.)

As the opinions and reference sources (complete with hyperlinks) flew back and forth, often with unnecessary barbs and insults, I thought about how hard it is for us to consider deeply and honestly opposing viewpoints and reportage that contradicts what we think we know. Robert A. Heinlein once wrote that “To stay young requires the unceasing cultivation of the ability to unlearn old falsehoods,” but it ain’t easy. And I was reminded of this passage:

Everyone is familiar with the experience of learning something, believing it to be true, and finding out later it was not quite accurate. Perhaps the difference was in the details—learning that the planet has two north poles, geographic and magnetic, for instance—or perhaps what we learned was false or incomplete, e.g., the characteristics of life at one or both of those poles. We “learned” that the moon was made of green cheese, that Mars had canals, and that the solar system had nine planets; one was nonsense, one supposition, and the third science; but, after the discovery of the tenth planet (at the time “2003 UB313,” now Eris) and then the rejection of it and Pluto as true planets in favor of the “dwarf planet” designation, we now know that all three things we learned were wrong—or, in the last case, premature.

This process—collecting new information, enjoying or enduring new experiences, and reevaluating what we learned—can be uncomfortable, so we may not appreciate it at the time. We may think of it as going through intellectual and emotional growing pains. But when it comes to history, this growth experience can produce mistrust if we put too much stock in what we already learned. We may deride new interpretations as “revisionist history,” forgetting that all history must be subject to revision —literally, “looking again”—as new facts are discovered.

Unfortunately, facts are not always recognizable or readily available. Where facts are obscure or absent, we must interpret, interpolate, and speculate in order to derive anything approaching understanding or discernment. This is a natural process, i.e., inherent to our nature as thinking beings, and we routinely accept an abridged understanding of things that cannot be proved by fact or rationale.

(If you’re interested, that’s from the preface to this book.)

The problem is when we think we know quite well, thank you very much, and how dare you present us with new information or contradictory facts to chip away at the edifice of our understanding? And when different authorities present alternative explanations, how dare you imply that our choice of one over the other was misguided? And so forth, and so on, with our emotions ratcheting higher with every comment.

Sometimes returning to the Garden, to the Age of Innocence, seems all too tempting. But would it be more satisfying? I’m not sure.

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Sometimes I Hate My Brain

(Or, the perils of “worst-case scenario” thinking.)

I’ve been a worst-case scenario thinker most all my life — at least, as far back as I remember thinking about anything. Sometimes it seems better than wearing rosy glasses, if only because I prepare myself mentally for pain or disappointment (sometimes, if I’m lucky), but maybe it would be more pleasant to be an optimist.

Anyway … I noticed a week or two ago that a friend seemed to have dropped off the radar (so to speak), and I immediately jumped to the conclusion that something dire had happened. She didn’t respond to my e-mails or text messages, and after a few more days I went so far as to prowl her Facebook profile and send messages to a few of her relatives to see if they had heard from her.


(Image: “Target Man,” by Nevit Dilmen, on Wikimedia Commons.)

Then, before I heard from her relatives, she replied to my text! Turns out her computer had gone kaput while she was traveling, and other than a little inconvenience all was well.

So why did I envision the worst? Was it just because she and I were working on a project together? No, I seem to do that all the time — and I don’t like it.

I wish I could look at situations — whether something broken, or a miscommunication with someone, or a revelation of perfidy — and see them in the best possible light instead of the worst. I think it might make for a more pleasant life.

What about you?

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The Hard Work Begins

On July 5th, 1776, the hard work began in earnest.

The first battles of the Revolutionary War had already been fought, of course — Lexington and Concord was back on April 19th, 1775 — but the unified effort did not begin right away. The Continental Congress approved the move for independence on the 2nd of July, 1776, and signed the Declaration on the 4th, but independence still had to be won. It would not be easy, it would not be free, and the outcome was far from certain.


(Image: “Declaration of Independence,” by John Trumbull (1819), from Wikimedia Commons.)

So, on this July 5th, a question inspired by my 11th grade English teacher, James “Dog” Parker:

To what will you pledge your life, fortune, and sacred honor?

Once we answer that, our hard work begins.

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