We’ll Be Back

This year, I’ve written two reflective sports pieces: One was a glowing, but melancholic look at the US Men’s Winter Olympic Hockey team and their march to the Gold Medal game before ultimately falling to the Canadians. The other reflective piece was an angry, biting review of the Washington Capitals 2009-10 season, following their first round playoff loss to the 8th seed Montreal Jaroslav Halaks. What follows, will be a combination of the two, because while there’s anger and letdown, there’s also a good deal of hopefulness.

I always like to start with the bad side of things. When I was a child and I bought a new video game or CD, I would always make sure that I did my homework, cleaned my room, etc. before I unwrapped that piece of entertainment. The idea was and continues to be that once that hard stuff is out of the way, you can truly enjoy something.

When it comes down to the 2010 World Cup and the US National Team, the “bad side of things” begins with Coach Bob Bradley. Ultimately in my book, Bradley is to blame for the National Team not advancing out of the Round of 16 following today’s extra time loss to Ghana. His inability to see what the rest of us saw on the pitch is what ultimately brought our demise. In our first match against the English, midfielder Ricardo Clark looked hopeless. And so he disappeared for the next two matches. Today, he reappeared, started, single-handedly allowed Tim Howard to get exposed leading to the first Ghanaian goal, and picked up a yellow card for good measure. He was replaced 30 minutes into the first half by Maurice Edu, who had played admirably in his absence against Slovenia and Algeria. Coach Bradley didn’t stop with Clark, though. Robbie Findlay found his way back up top today, alongside the corpse known colloquially as “Jozy Altidore (more later on him!!!)” in the starting lineup. Sure, Edson Buddle had provided a spark and changed the attack against Algeria. And sure, Robbie Findlay looked hopeless against England and Slovenia (he was suspended for the Algeria match). But Coach Bradley doesn’t much care for your “visual evidence.” For whatever reason, Edson Buddle spent far too much time on the U.S. bench. Whether or not he looked bad in training or perhaps had difficulties with Coach Bradley (and I’m just speculating on this) does not matter. Buddle came into the World Cup playing the best soccer of his career for the LA Galaxy (who I believe play in something called the “MLS”) and spent most of his time in South Africa watching the games like me.

Coach Bradley’s ineptitude with our starting lineups was what did us in. When you have to use two substitutions (strategic and not injury-driven) before the first touch of the second half, you’ve failed as a coach and strategist. And as far as I’m concerned, Bradley failed during this World Cup. He failed to put the best lineup on the pitch and he failed in preparing his players to play 90 minutes of competitive soccer. I don’t want to belabor the point that most in the real media will, but you can’t give up goals in the first 10 minutes of 3 out of 4 of your World Cup matches and hope to get very far. We came out flat in all 4 games. It finally caught up to us today.

As for the corpse known as Jozy Altidore, I’m perhaps being a little cruel, but it’s been a long time in my life since I’ve been so angry with a player I was rooting for. I like Jozy. He seems like a really nice kid, with a good head on his shoulders. He even came to Amanda’s school this year and by her accounts, was great with the students. However, Jozy Altidore is not ready for primetime lights. He proved it with a dreadful Hull City club in the EPL and he drove a nail into it during the 2010 World Cup. Jozy Altidore sucked today. That’s the best analysis I can give you (okay, maybe not). During the first half, Jozy spent a good deal of time making senseless butterfly challenges (a term I use (usually in my head) when a player is challenging defensively by just chasing after the ball, but never getting it). If you re-watch the Ghana match (and really, who wouldn’t want to?) you’ll see Jozy Altidore running aimlessly, burning himself out, and ultimately never making a difference defensively. And what is truly great about that is that while he was busy burning energy defensively, he was uncreative, disconnected, and seemingly disinterested offensively for nearly the entire match. Really, we spent most of the first half playing a theoretical man down. Because while Jozy was out there, he was playing on a different pitch, in a different country, on a different day today. Jozy was nowhere to be found when we needed him.

Is it right to heap this kind of criticism on a 20 year old playing in his first World Cup? Yes. Yes, it is. Why? Because he’s out there. If you’re going to be out there, you need to actually BE OUT THERE. Why are we supposed to give Jozy Altidore the benefit of the doubt? What in the name of Eric Wynalda was Jozy Altidore ever done for US soccer? Jozy is like a top prospect in baseball who gets called up and mid-way through his first season is hitting .246 with 4 HR and 85 strikeouts. Do you send that prospect down to AA for more seasoning or do you keep him in your lineup and hope he turns it around? Coach Bradley kept Jozy in the lineup, batted him third and watched him go 0-4 at the plate. Perhaps before we fall in love with potential (And don’t get me wrong, Jozy has more than anyone else on this roster) we should check out that attractive characteristic called success first. (And if you use the “he was very good in qualifying” card, that’s your choice. I choose not to play that card. Because the Jozy Altidore I’ve seen recently wouldn’t win the NAIA’s Golden Boot award.)

For all the bad stuff and for as empty as my gut felt after the Ghana loss, more good was done in this World Cup than we realize right now. That will come with time. US Soccer has come a long way since the 2006 World Cup. There is a solid foundation in place. Altidore will be there in 4 years and hopefully be the striker that we needed this time around. Herculez Gomez will have four more years of experience. Benny Fielhaber will hopefully be a starter by then. Charlie Davies will hopefully be fully recovered from his auto accident and be back to the form he was in prior to the wreck that nearly killed him. And there’s always Landon Donovan and Clint Dempsey. They’ll both be in the their early 30s by 2014 in Brazil, but you have to imagine that they’ll both be back as the leaders of that team. Neither showed any signs of age this time around. 2014 could very well be the year that US soccer truly gets on the map with the Brazils, Germanys, Argentinas, and Italys of the world.

2010, however, was not. There were moments of true genius though that, while they seem a little soured because of today’s loss, will likely stand the test of time. Landon Donovan’s goal against the Algerians was such a brilliant moment of American sport. The emotion that goal caused will resonate with me for some time. Our blitzkrieg attack to start the second half today will also stick with me. There were moments in this tournament when our team looked like perhaps we were the best team in the world. The next step is to turn those moments into 90 minute blocks. That will be the hard part. For now, though lets try not to focus so much on the bad parts. Our nucleus is in place. Our journey is mapped out for us. Our future is bright. Bring on 2014.

Album(s) of the 1/2 Year

As we’ve nearly reached the halfway point of the year 2010, I thought it an appropriate time to assess the state of the “Album of the Year” race as far as I am concerned. This will be my first, and probably last, foray into writing about music in this space. Music is not one of those things I’ve ever felt comfortable writing about, but I thought it worth giving it a try.

2010 has been an absolute Renaissance year for me (in a strictly musical sense). I have discovered new, wonderful bands, finally gotten into established bands, rekindled loves for bands, continued to love bands, and watched as my love has grown for bands. At the end of last year, I was left with an unimpressive 2009 music collection that I know will never stand the test of time for me. I was grasping at straws (old bands (New Found Glory) and albums that frankly weren’t great (Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix) to try and find something. At the end of the year, I gave the “Album of the Year” title to New Found Glory’s “Not Without a Fight” in an almost cute way of book-ending the decade with AOTY awards for the same band. I don’t think I’ve listened to “Not Without a Fight” this year. And this is not to degrade that album. It’s terrific pop-punk if that’s your thing. And in a weak year of discovery for me, it was the clear cut choice. But in hindsight, it would not have stood a chance this year. And here’s why…
Sometime in April, I received a mass email from a friend with a list of bands who were coming to DC that he thought his social circle should be aware of. One of those bands was a completely unknown (they had no Wiki page at the time) outfit called Gold Motel. Long story short, their EP and live show spawned this musical Renaissance. With that, here is a sampling of my 2010 (almost) Halfway Album of the Year Contenders (in reverse alphabetical order because why not?)
Vampire Weekend “Contra”- A much more complete album than their 2008 self-titled and critically acclaimed debut. I bought this the day it was released in January and was blown away from listen #1. The growth exhibited here astounds me. 2008’s “Vampire Weekend” was a solid album, but was mish-moshed in its own way. There was no cohesive flow. With “Contra” the flow and emotion it creates was apparent from my first listen. The final three songs continue to blow me away every time I hear them and I never get tired of how quickly the title track erupts, recedes, and erupts again. Lyrically, handsome man Ezra Koenig is less abstract, which is a true benefit to the music which itself is less abstract, but frankly better than “Vampire Weekend.” This album strikes me as having potential to be an all-time favorite in a few years.
Surfer Blood “Astro Coast”- For as awful as their band name is, Surfer Blood is actually very good. “Astro Coast,” their debut, evokes memories of late 90s Weezer, Built to Spill, Nada Surf, The Shins, Pavement and other bands of their ilk. The common thread with “Astro Coast” is that it sounds like _________________ (90’s Alt Rock Band). And frankly, that’s good. As an album, this is not ground breaking music, but what it does, it does very well. Album opener “Floating Vibes” may well be my favorite song of the year, a terrific combination of pretty guitar work and pretty, direct lyrics. “Vibes” is followed by “Swim” an anthemic, almost soaring rock song, that gave me the impetus to buy “Astro Coast.” The rest of the album is good, but never does live up to its beginning, except maybe with its conclusion (“Anchorage” and “Catholic Pagans”). I don’t actually believe that this can be an “Album of the Year” in such a great year, but I thought that it definitely deserved mention here as a band that maybe you should check out, dear reader.

The New Pornographers “Together”- I am the only person in the world who has never listened to “Twin Cinema.” I really had no base for The New Pornographers before buying “Together.” They were a band I was always told I would like (just like the next band) but had never actually pursued. My mistake. “Together” hasn’t received the plays that some of these other albums has, but start to finish, track-by-track I think it is the “best” album I’ve listened to. The impact of “Contra” isn’t quite there yet for me with “Together,” but that could be a matter of time.

The National “High Violet”- I had heard the National before, but never actually listened to them. Again, my mistake. “High Violet” had the impact on its first listen, which is often difficult to achieve. I first listened to “High Violet” on an aimless drive, when I needed to think, and it made me think. A lot. While at times “High Violet” sounds like it could melt into the wall and dissipate, it never actually does. It remains constantly interesting and thought provoking, which cannot be said of “Together,” which I hear, enjoy, but have yet to feel anything for.
Motion City Soundtrack “My Dinosaur Life”- Consider this 2010’s version of 2009’s “Not Without a Fight.” MCS is a band that, to me, was always a step well ahead of the rest of the mid-2000’s pop-punk universe. Lyrically, they were way darker (with the exception of the lackluster, boring “Even If It Kills Me”), due in complete part to lead singer Justin Pierre’s less than stellar mental state. For me, “My Dinosaur Life” is an album that will always find itself in lists like this. I will always need one pop-punk album per year. As with Surfer Blood, this won’t be my album of the year, but I’m giving it mention because I think it deserves a word or two. It will never be a classic, but it will likely be 2010’s pop-punk Album of the Year (an award that does not exist).

The Hold Steady “Heaven is Whenever”- My expectations for this album were similar to my expectations for me to win the 2010 American League Rookie of the Year. I had read that “Heaven…” was a recycled “Stay Positive”-lite. Nevertheless, I bought it the day it was released, because it was a Hold Steady record. 2008’s “Stay Positive” bore me to no end. The stories were so similar to “Boys and Girls…” and the music was a step back. However, with “Heaven is Whenever” I felt complete freshness. Album opener “The Sweet Part of the City” is a gorgeous song, and the right song for this band to begin an album with. Not a fast, anthemic rocker, but a slow, burning, longing track. Lyrically, Craig Finn manages to continue his well-constructed narratives without mentioning the same old characters (No Holly, Charlemagne, or Gideon here). “Hurricane J” rocks with the best of “Separation Sunday” or “Boys and Girls…” and “The Weekenders” might be the best pop song Craig Finn has ever written. And as for impact, it’s there too. A great album that I didn’t expect to be great.

Gold Motel “Summer House”- (see below)

Gold Motel “Gold Motel (EP)”- Here we have the leader of the pack so far. Yes, an EP. The LP, “Summer House” brings five more tracks to the fold, but none of them (except for “We’re on the Run”) can approach the five songs previously found on this EP. I think the thing that strikes me about the EP most is just how beautifully it flows together. The songs themselves evoke a certain 1960’s California pop feel, but they lack the triteness that I often feel that genre possesses. These songs might sound sunny, but lyrically Greta Morgan sings of vulnerability and insecurity and love. This EP and their terrific live show brought about the 2010 musical Renaissance for me. There was and still is something very special to me about their sound and abbreviated or not, this EP has impacted my year more than any other album. And so it finds itself here, for now.

Tomorrow, We Are Scientists and The Gaslight Anthem release new albums. And also, we’re a month and a half away from a previous Album of the Year winner, The Arcade Fire, releasing their much anticipated third album, “The Suburbs.” Or perhaps there’s another Gold Motel sitting out there. That’s the great thing about music. You never know when something is going to come along and completely change your perspective.

2010 World Cup Predictions and Viewing Guide (Not Really the Latter)

Groups (In Predicted Order of Finish)

Group A
Uruguay
France
Mexico
South Africa

Group B
Argentina
Nigeria
Greece
South Korea

Group C
England
Slovenia
USA
Algeria

Group D
Germany
Ghana
Australia
Serbia

Group E
Netherlands
Cameroon
Japan
Denmark

Group F
Paraguay
Italy
Slovakia
New Zealand

Group G
Brazil
Portugal
Cote d’ Ivoire
North Korea

Group H
Spain
Chile
Honduras
Switzerland

Knockout Stage
Round 1 (Winners in Parenthesis)

England vs Ghana (England)
Uruguay vs. Nigeria (Nigeria)

Brazil vs. Chile (Brazil)
Netherlands vs. Italy (Netherlands)

Argentina vs. France (Argentina)
Germany vs. Slovenia (Germany)

Spain vs. Portugal (Portugal)
Paraguay vs. Cameroon (Cameroon)

Round 2

England vs. Nigeria (Nigeria)
Brazil vs. Netherlands (Netherlands)

Argentina vs. Germany (Argentina)
Portugal vs. Cameroon (Portugal)

Semi-Finals

Nigeria vs. Netherlands (Netherlands)
Argentina vs. Portugal (Argentina)

3rd Place Game

Nigeria vs. Portugal (Portugal)

Finals

Netherlands vs. Argentina (Argentina)

This would be a dream final in terms of exciting soccer. I’m not sure that it would sell soccer to Americans because I’m not sure that as many would watch here as did in 2006 when France and Italy played each other. I also don’t really think soccer will ever catch on as a prime sport in America and that’s fine.

I have Argentina winning it all because I don’t want to count out Diego Maradona like everyone else. The man has likely died 39 times, but he’s a fighter. He (well, Messi and Carlos Tevez) will prove the doubters wrong. Argentina struggled a bit during qualifying. I’m not scared. They are going to outscore everyone they play. Including the Dutch, who will, as they always do, capture the hearts of the American fans once the USA is eliminated in group play. And on that subject…

I’m not trying to be contrary. I would actually really like for the US to win their group. But with the expectations set so high because of such an easy draw, and because of the laid back nature of this team and Bob Bradley, I don’t see the fire. I have the Slovenians advancing because of their qualifying run and the motivation for a team that hasn’t been there before. I hope I’m wrong.

My last explanation involves the Nigerians, who I know nothing about except that they’re the most fundamentally sound of the African teams and they get an easy draw should my predictions hold true (facing Uruguay and England, who is highly overrated and could struggle with the Ghanians attack in the first round of the knockout round). Also, it would be nice for an African team to make the semis. And yes, I’m concerned with things being “nice.”

This should be a gamechanging World Cup. As I said, soccer will never be the sport du jour here. But I really see this World Cup brining soccer to a level where we could have a major network (NBC would be smart) airing weekly UEFA matchups, ESPN featuring more soccer talk in addition to their increased level of coverage of MLS, EPL, Primera, etc, and who knows, maybe even an improved MLS product. The excitement for this World Cup is like nothing I’ve seen in my life, though that is likely attributed to the fact that I live in a great city filled with cultural diversity and not Taunton, Massachusetts (PORTUGAL!). There should be some epic games. And with that, I leave you with my 5 can’t miss (England v. USA not included) first round matchups (all times reflect the Eastern Time Zone)

Argentina vs. Nigeria- June 12 10:00 AM
Netherlands vs. Cameroon- June 24 2:30 PM
Uruguay vs. France- June 11 2:30 PM
Germany vs. Ghana- June 23 2:30 PM
USA vs. Slovenia- June 18 10:00 AM

(Also, in Group G)
Brazil vs. Ivory Coast- June 20 2:30 PM
Portugal vs. Ivory Coast- June 15 10:00 AM
Brazil vs. Portugal- June 25 10:00 AM

Enjoy. Viva Futbol!

The Messiah Cometh to Striketh You Out

It’s a cliche to say, “Where do I start?” when writing a reflective piece. Especially when you’re reflecting on something that happened 3 hours earlier. To understand the scope of Stephen Strasburg’s debut tonight, you have to understand the apathy people in Washington have for the Nationals. Or at least “had,” before tonight.


On a given weeknight, the predominant color at Nationals Park is not red, it’s blue. Blue being the color of the seats. The Nationals moved into their new park the same year I moved to this great city and I was, and continue to be, struck by how little people care about the ins and outs of the organization. In a lot of ways, a Friday night baseball game here, for a lot of people, is a social outing rather than a baseball experience. I’m still not used to it, but I’m getting more comfortable with the fact that Washington, in terms of baseball fandom, isn’t quite New York, Boston, or Philadelphia. That was until Tuesday June 8.

The arrival of Stephen Strasburg in DC had been highly anticipated. He was on the cover of “Politico” Monday for heaven’s sake. Strasburg’s pitching arsenal is unlike anyone I have ever seen. To find a pitcher, a 21 year old pitcher, with a 99-101 MPH 4-Seam Fastball, a 95-97 MPH sinker, and a gorgeous 78-83 MPH 12-6 curveball is kind of like finding the Loch Ness Monster riding Bigfoot in the Fountain of Youth. Strasburg is one of a kind as pitchers go. He is, if all goes well, on the road to Cooperstown, NY. The potential is there. We all wondered though, “How would he live up to the hype?”

On Tuesday, June 8, he exceeded it. 7 IP, 2 ER, 0 BB, 14 K. In his MLB debut. But the numbers won’t be what I remember, necessarily.

When I walked into the park, I was astonished at the crowd already inside an hour before first pitch. However, it wasn’t until I got to my seat (Sect. 203, Row D, Seat 5) that it hit me. As I sat there, I could sense the buzz that I’ve always heard about at major sporting events. There was lots of noise, 25 minutes before the National Anthem. That only built. I’m not a skilled enough wordsmith to describe the level of noise and excitement. I have never, ever been to a sporting event like Stephen Strasburg’s debut. His final 3 innings were legendary. After he gave up a two-run HR to Delwyn Young, Strasburg settled down and delivered the most impressive 9 outs I have ever seen. Ever. And the crowd appreciated every bit of it. As impressed as I was with Stephen, I was equally impressed with the baseball crowd in Washington.

On a beautiful late spring night, a game that would have looked a level below innocuous on the preseason schedule, was the centerpiece of the sports universe. A June game between the Pittsburgh Pirates and Washington Nationals had the feel of a World Series game. There are (hopefully) many, many more starts in the history of Stephen Strasburg in the Major Leagues. The world is in his hands, as far as baseball goes. He’s a relaxed, self-aware, motivated, and humble 21 year old with perhaps the greatest right arm on the planet Earth right now. He still has a long way to go on his way to Cooperstown, NY. However, for at least one night, his first in the big leagues, he captivated 40,000+ people, who have likely never seen a more dominant performance in their life. And I will always consider myself blessed to have witnessed Day One of his Major League Career. And I thank him, not only for the joy of being there June 8, 2010, but for all that he will accomplish as a pitcher in his career.