U.S. Soccer: Women and Men

Congratulations to the U.S .women's soccer team for winning the Women's World Cup . . . again.

It's always nice to see Americans win something when this country is prone to losing so often.

Which brings to mind the unpleasant subject of the U.S. men's soccer team . . .

Once again, the clown princes of international sports needed the women to repair the damage they did to American soccer by failing to qualify for the 2018 World Cup.  But then, failing is what the clown show that is our men's soccer team does best. 

I'll come right out and admit it.  As an American male, I can't help but feel total shame to watch the men's soccer team's failures, especially when they coincide with the women's team's successes.  The gals must be tired of having to redeem American athleticism on the world stage after the guys keep losing over and over.  This is a tradition that goes back twenty years when the women's team won their World Cup tournament in 1999, a year after the U.S. team finished in the men's World Cup last when they got eliminated by . . . the Iranians.  And they got knocked out of qualifying for 2018 by Trinidad and Tobago, a country the size of Delaware with a population the size of Maine's.  It's like what General Motors executives must have felt like when the Mazda Miata became a huge success after the Pontiac Fiero tanked.

And if the victorious women's team decides not to accept an invitation to the White House, well, maybe the men's team can go in their place . . .

. . . because one bozo deserves another.

My inferiority complex is showing.