

We never really celebrated soccer in America until two major social changes took place...we become overrun by foreigners whose national sport is "Football" and we became a more feminized country in which the school yard fist fight was replaced by the personal injury lawsuit. Though we did not have "soccer moms" back in the day (1950s-60s) we did have kids who played 3 varsity sports, as I did, and the mothers attended the games. They did not have Mini-vans and SUVs but station wagons galore were parked at the stadium. I am multilingual and am not threatened by the invasion of the little people, but sometimes I wish we had more tussles on the playground than in the courtroom. Anyhow, on the positive side, as I look at the soccer ball, I notice a strong resemblance to Yin-Yang, the symbol of universal harmony of opposing elements...the masculine and the feminine, dark and light, etc. all contained within everything. And, I say to myself...perhaps soccer is more in sync with nature, the Universe, and the circle of life and more deserving of a place in the America of 2010 than the game of football which can only be played effectively by 300 pound people who can bench press an SUV.

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