Why the World Cup is Outrageously Disappointing
by Chris Ippolito
During my years at Marist College, I came across very few true hockey fans. As a die hard Rangers fan and ardent supporter of USA hockey, I felt obligated to push hockey on my housemates, who fortunately, were extremely open-minded about it from the beginning. Two years after their introduction, I would consider three of the four of them good Rangers fans and all of them huge supporters of USA hockey (not a hard feat after Team USA’s Olympic performance).
With this in mind, all of my housemates were soccer supporters. Realizing the strides that they took in their hockey fandom, they tried pushing “the beautiful game” on me. Selfishly, I was not as open minded about watching soccer as they were to watching hockey. To be blunt, I can’t stand watching the sport. I played for about six years as an adolescent, even captaining my travel team for my final two years. However, once I discovered football, I left soccer for good, never to return. Every time one of my housemates would put soccer on the tube, I would go upstairs to my room to watch Mike Francesa or ESPN’s Around the Horn. One afternoon, as I was about to do just this for approximately the 50th time, I was called out by all of them. After insisting that I just simply couldn’t sit there watching a million inconsequential passes and a trillion dives a game, they made one simple request of me: “At least watch the World Cup and support the USA.” So, wanting to placate my now fellow hockey supporters, I obliged.