Vamos a salir campeones, como en '86

There has been much discussion of the cultural valence of being a soccer fan swirling about. Cf. The New Republic blog, newspaper editorials, etc. Approximately 65% of the opinions put forth are bullshit. Those comments made by Aleksander Hemon, Chicago resident and author of two books indicative of the enduring health of both the short story and the novel, are not bullshit.

Amongst the New Republicans, among which Hemon is one, the tendency is to oscillate between pure soccer talk and soccer’s synecdochic relationship to culture, language, politics, and human nature (Cf. “SURPRISINGLY, I THINK I'VE FOUND A LINK BETWEEN THE SUEZ CANAL CONFLICT OF 1956 TO ENGLAND'S RIDICULOUS LOVE AFAIR WITH PETER CROUCH:”) “Bonn, Germany” by Jesse Zwick takes a stab at understanding the character of resurgent German nationalism through the lens of his young American Jewishness and soccer fandom.

I liked Argentina to take it all until they won 6-0, which is a bad omen even if it seems like a good one (seeming = not being). I am now flummoxe.d