A big sporting event of worldwide importance is going on and I haven't written abou it on my blog.
Said event is the FIFA World Cup, an international contest in the game of soccer which is being played here in the United States as well as venues in Mexico and Canada.
I haven't written about it because it don't know much about soccer and quite frankly, I care even less.
Welcome to another edition of This (Non) Sporting Life, an irregular feature of this blog about sports written by someone who does not know much or care about sports.
By all accounts per my admittedly very limited understanding, the World Cup has been going very well.
The United States' team has been holding their own and advancing through this tournament.
There was an unfortunate incident while the U.S was playing Portugal when the American's star forward Folarin Balogun stepped on the ankle of an opposing player. This earned Balogun a red card.
A red card is a penalty that removes a player from the field for that game and prohibits the player from participating in the next match as well.
Much like a flagrant foul in college basketball, a ref handing out a red card is not looking to determine intent. Did Balogun mean to step on that player's ankle? It doesn't matter, it's still a prohibited action and there are consequences for doing something wrong.
Which brings us to Donald Trump.
I mean, it shouldn't. Why the unholy fuck does Li'l DOnnie need to be concerned with what's going on in World Cup soccer?
Because Trump is an expert on sports.
“I’m a person that loves sports and was a good athlete. And I understand sports really well. Really well. And that wasn’t a foul. That wasn’t even an infraction."
So der Führer made a phone call or three to FIFA President Gianni Infantino.
Infantino was the guy who created and presented a FIFA Peace Prize to Donald Trump after Trump petulantly whined about not getting a Nobel Peace Prize.
And for the first time in 64 years,FIFA overturned a Red Card ruling and cleared Folarin Balogun to play as the United States readied to take on Belgium.
Trump tried to pull a Steve Urkel with a "Did I do that?" response.
“All I did, all I did, I asked for a review ’cause I didn’t think it was a foul. And again, I’m good at this stuff. I didn’t think it was a foul. I thought it was two great athletes who crashed into each other and got entangled.”
Then Li'l Donnie began claiming the referee was untrustworthy.
“This referee, who is a little bit suspect if you check his past. I don’t want to say that because I don’t like to create controversy. But very suspect.”
Do I need to tell you that Trump offered NOTHING to support his claims the ref was "suspect"?
So a lot of goodwill about the World Cup games and all these different people and cultures coming together for the sheer joy of the sport of soccer just gets shredded under a cloud of suspicion caused by Donald Trump's unwarranted interference.
Jesus H. Christ! Can we NOT go ONE damn day without this lying, petulant, bullying, unintelligent, sociopathic, dishonorable, treasonous, gutless, moronic, heartless, soulless, slimy, loathsome, vile, incompetent, psychotic, crooked, disgusting, reprehensible, revolting, horrible, malicious, obnoxious, hateful, narcissistic, small-minded, despicable god damn, motherfucking piece of shit making every goddam thing about himself?
As an American, I'm supposed be rooting for the United States team. But given Trump's fuckery, I almost hope Belgium kicks their ass.
And they did!
Belgium shredded the Americans in a 4-1 win Monday night.
The Trump curse strikes again!
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