Infantino promised that the World Cup tournament would be an economic engine that would be the equivalent of 104 Super Bowls - 104 being the number of matches to be played in this tournament - but in the eleven U.S. host cities, that prediction has obviously turned out wrong. Most foreigners don't want to come here because of the restrictions on travel to the United States (and when enough Americans get wise to MAGA, that's when we'll see Trump implement restrictions on travel from the United States!) and because of Trump's hostility toward every country in the world not named Russia or Israel and not located on the Arabian Peninsula.
It gets worse. Meisalas has reported that bookings are even behind a typical summer vacation season. FIFA has even had trouble making a licensing deal with China and India, the two most populous nations in the world and about one-fourth of the world's population put together, to ensure World Cup broadcasts there. And tickets are not only expensive for the American games, but also for games in Canada and Mexico, and almost no one in Mexico can afford them. Here in These States, the U.S. men's team's opening match in Los Angeles, the U.S. men's national team versus Paraguay, can't have a sellout despite expectations of one.
Fortunately, that's not very serious. After all, this is the U.S. men's soccer team, the Colorado Rockies of international soccer.
Trump bragged about having the World Cup, the 250th anniversary of the United States' founding, and the 2028 Los Angeles Olympics all under his watch after he forced Kamala Harris into early retirement. But not only is the American semiquincentennial a meh-fest, the World Cup is collapsing before his and our eyes. Because Trump and Infantino turned what should have been a celebration of the three major nations of North America into a corrupted cash cow. And the Olympics? Oh, honey, that is going to be another great disaster. And the idea that Trump, not native Californian and Los Angeles resident Kamala Harris, will be presiding over the opening ceremonies with the governor of California of an Olympiad already redolent of Berlin 1936 is itself redolent.
At least, whoever the governor is, it won't be Eric Swalwell.
The Los Angeles 2028 organizing committee is already dealing with its chair Casey Wasserman having ended up being mentioned in the Epstein files, and Trump's inevitable efforts to make the Games all about him will make it worse. And yet the committee's chief athletics officer - a champion athlete you might have heard of, Janet Evans - is still convinced that these Games will turn out fine.
As for the rest of you reading this, I don't need to tell you again that the International Olympic Committee only awarded the 2028 Olympics to Los Angeles eleven years in advance because they apparently figured that Trump would be gone long before then; either he's be re-elected in 2020 and be an ex-President by 2025 at the latest or be voted out of office and not make a comeback, because no such thing had happened in American politics since 1892. Yeah, you can ask John Cornyn how that calculation turned out for him! (I'll have more on that later.)
Do I plan to watch any of the World Cup. I don't know. Maybe. I can't root for the home team, of course, because being an American these days is nothing to take pride in, and of course, the home team sucks anyway. Let's just say I plan to give the World Cup the same attention I gave to the Winter Olympics this past February.
You can now draw your own conclusions.
































