Waiting for an invitation that never came
Cocooned in my complaints
As events passed me by
But was it lying step-crinkled on the carpet
The something else
Ignored as nothing more
The opening of space just wide enough
But I missed my cue
I didn’t see how I could fit on through.
Thursday, March 7, 2013
I was listening recently, as I often do, to a sports call in show. The sport in question was football, or soccer as it is known in my current abode. Callers were discussing professional fouls – e.g., deliberately sticking out a leg out to trip an opponent who has beaten you. A professional foul makes no legitimate attempt to win the ball. Everyone can excuse a tackle intended to win the ball back that was either not properly executed or a tackle that fails because the other player successfully avoided it. A professional foul contains an element of intention.
One of the presenters of the show, a former pro, complained that a particular player should have professionally fouled an opponent who went on to score. The rationale being that a deliberate breaking of the rules was permitted if it stopped the other team scoring. Indeed, the former pro opined that, the referee would punish the professional foul with a free kick or a yellow or red card.
For those who don’t know, a yellow card is a caution, a red card sends a player off for the remainder of the game. Two yellow cards automatically mean a red card.
But, I was struck by a caller who said that he coached kids and who stated that he would voluntarily punish his own underage players by substituting them if they committed a professional foul. That is, the coach would punish them beyond any punishment handed out by the referee.