If you said “improved mass transit,” “road repairs,” “improved mass transit,” “more police manpower,” “improved mass transit,” “southside development,” or “improved mass transit,” you’re completely wrong.
But if you said “another sporting complex,” then you’ve hit the jackpot! Ding ding ding!
SSDD: Dekalb County has agreed to build a $30 million dollar soccer complex for the eventual Atlanta MLS team.
It’s stories like this that really make me fucking hate Atlanta, sometimes.
Long story short: Atlanta’s future Major League Soccer team unveils its team’s logo (above).
Like the vast majority of the newer sports logos coming out, Atlanta United FC (Futbol Club)’s newly unveiled logo, is basically a pog. And why wouldn’t it be? Pogs are perfect circles and perfect circles are safe, sort of versatile, and nothing says “trying to fit in,” like doing what everyone else is doing, when it comes to the notion of branding a professional sports franchise.
Well, it really could have been worse, and frankly, Atlanta United FC is a way safer name than if it were something that were trying to pay too much homage to the city, like one of the various corporations that runs roughshod throughout the rest of the city.
But the reason that I decided to take this story and brog about it, is naturally all the rhetoric that is spewed out to justify a design, because when the day is over, most of it is utter bullshit, and really boils down to the fact that those in charge, AKA those who paid the most money, AKA probably Arthur Blank, co-CEO of Home Depot, decided that something fit their personal aesthetics.
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I’m pleased to see Germany win the World Cup. Anyone who pays attention to soccer should know that this shouldn’t have been that big of a surprise, considering Germany pretty much demolished their way into World Cup qualification, and there was little reason to believe that it would have been any different throughout the tournament. Maybe the 7-1 pownage of Brazil was a little bit surprising, but the fact that they were as good as they played, and that they actually won it all, wasn’t that big of a shocker.
But speaking of Brazil, the day before Germany iced the cake, was the ever-essential third place match. Most cases, the third place match is completely irrelevant, nobody watches it, and the players themselves don’t even want to be in it. But in a few instances, like this World Cup, it has meaning, because the host country is in it. It’s the final hurrah for the host’s gallant effort to reach the top, and it’s one last opportunity for them to get what 15 other teams do not get: a chance to end their World Cup experience with a victory, instead of going home in defeat.
Man, it’s been over a day since the humiliating demoralization of Brazil has occurred, and I still can’t get enough of seeing all the clips, gifs and photographs of miserable crying Brazilians everywhere. It never fails to bring me to a degree of laughter, and I know that this is going to be one of those things that I hold on to longer than most others, and will be able to derive enjoyment from it for a long time.
Regardless, to be perfectly honest, I can’t say that I really care about what happens from here on, as far as the World Cup is concerned. My nationalistic reasons for watching with vested interest were dashed when South Korea jobbed like Lex Luger and Buff Bagwell getting squashed by Chuck Palumbo and Sean O’Haire, and then the United States losing to Belgium like they were the 2004 Lakers. I’m cool with Germany, since I’ve admired the way they play and go about their business, but really I couldn’t care less if they win it all or not.
Holy Mary, mother of god, was that one of the worst ass-whoopings in the history of sport.
Like, it’s so unbelievable, that it’s really difficult for me to get my thoughts straight, and post something witty.
All I know is that I would have bet on Germany winning this game, but dear god, not by a 7-1 score. Brazil looked vulnerable throughout every game prior to this, but they literally weren’t even trying to play a game today.
Since there was no work today, I turned on the television and looked for something to watch. Because I’m kind of a jock, my default destination to begin searching typically starts with the sports block of channels, and immediately, there were two things that caught my eye. On ESPN, was the annual Fourth of July Nathan’s Hot Dog Eating contest, and one ESPN2, was the World Cup, with a quarterfinal game between France and Germany no less.
With the US National Anthem softly playing in my head, I chose the hot dogs.
Man, was that not one of the biggest choke jobs in the history of all of sport? Seriously, given the global nature and audience of the World Cup, and the fact that it’s safe to say a billion people were watching at the same time, this really has to be considered an upset of the monumental variety.
Bigger than any U.S. sport for us in America, and frankly it could be bigger than an Olympic event, due to the variety of events, people can cherry pick what events they really want to vest their interest in.
But Mexico, with a 1-0 lead, with barely five minutes plus stoppage to go, not only gives up the equalizer, but then commits a haphazard foul in the penalty area, and then subsequently give up the go-ahead goal four minutes into stoppage time?
