Wow. Professional soccer is coming to Philadelphia. We don't actually have a team name or even a stadium yet, but it's coming. After New Jersey's legislature wisely rejected a proposal for funding, Pennsylvania governor Ed Rendell decided to dedicate $47 million of state money toward this thing. Additional money was provided by the people who pay to cross the bridges into Pennsylvania by the Delaware River Port Authority (DRPA). $47 million for soccer while the country is choking on it's own vomit.
Here's the way it's being promoted on their official web site:
Picture this: It’s April of 2010 and it’s time for Philadelphia’s Major League Soccer franchise to make its long-awaited debut at the stunning 18,500-seat soccer-specific stadium along the historic Chester waterfront.
Picture this: The stands are completely packed and the Sons of Ben are chanting in unison.
Picture this: The players and coaches walk through the tunnel and onto the field to be greeted by the raucous sellout crowd.
Picture this: Everyone in the stadium is donning the club’s logo and colors.
Picture this: In the middle of the worst recession in memory, a new sports franchise is being trotted out.
Picture this: It isn't a sport that Americans like.
Picture this: The DRPA has spent millions of bridge toll dollars to help build a stadium in one of the biggest slums in the area. They rub our noses in it by building the stadium at the foot of one of the bridges (see photo).
Picture this: When forced to decide between baseball, football (American football), hockey, basketball or paying their mortgage, we choose one of the above.
Picture this: Five years from now the place is a weed-infested memory and people who drive by it will wonder how we were so misguided.
I love the way soccer keeps trying to force its way into our lives and we resist. Like that girl that likes you but you don't like, and she keeps calling and sending you e-mail's until finally, you decide to take her out because your friends tell you "she'll be good for you," and you figure that maybe there's something there that you don't see, and you trust your friends because she seems really nice.
But then, in the middle of it you realize why you never asked her out and you're sitting there with a big dinner check and nothing to say.
You talk to your friends and they say, "but isn't she great?" and you say, "Well, no ... we sat there for two hours and nothing happened."
They don't understand because they like her and they can't figure out why you don't.
Soccer is like that.