So this evening I interrupt your regularly scheduled posting from my sister to provide you the reader with an expounded “thought” from my twitter account (@durosas) where I normally tweet about recent business events, historical references and sports.
And sports are what I’m going to talk about this evening, briefly. I went to the Brazil v. USA soccer game earlier this week and there was something that I suddenly realized. After Pato had scored his goal he aimlessly meandered down the end line to the sideline. His facial expression was one like he was slowly sucking on cream cheese. He gave a slight extension of his arms and then…stopped. A few of his teammates came running over with smiles, slapped him on the back and then quickly retreated but that was it.
Scoring a goal should be a monumental event in a game and yet just like in this game as I saw throughout the World Cup the celebrations have been toned down (Iniesta’s celebration aside) to the point of resembling an (aged) home run slugger casting a weary glance as the ball he just crushed careens over the outfield wall and he starts in a slow trot around the bases.
What happened to the face first slides? The chest thumping? The pulling on the crest emblazoned on their shirt as they shouted to the heavens and the fans encouraging more, while bellowing out to their opponents that this was their time, their moment, their goooooal! … nope. None of that. Instead there was a lackadaisical whimper. A softly struck note on a dying piano. No symphony. No horns (or vuvuzelas…the New Meadowlands stadium banned them).
Ok, so it was a friendly match but it was enough evidence over the course of the last few weeks to say maybe the pendulum of celebrations (or lack thereof) has gone too far the other way..anyways, back to my sister’s posts. Until next time…Gabon!