We are still working out the details of our partnership with the actual AFC Wimbledon, but I am very excited for our advertisements to be on the field at a game.
By the way, no spoilers, but Rochdale got MOORE than they were expecting yesterday.
Today Simon Mignolet* saved a penalty to secure a 1-0 victory for the football club I love, Liverpool FC, in their first game of the season.
I know the vast majority of tumblr doesn’t care about sports, let alone Liverpool, and that’s okay. Sports are meaningful only because we construct meaning around them, and I’m happy to acknowledge that there are better things to care about in this world.
HOWEVER, if any of you who share my love of soccer, join me over at the sportswithjohn twitter this season.
I promise not to post too much on tumblr about sports. ONCE A WEEK AT MOST.
* To the tune of “The Lion Sleeps Tonight,” the stadium sang “He’s our keeper, our Belgian keeper, he’s Simon Mignolet / A Mignolet A Mignolet A Mignolet A Mignolet.” Credit to his previous club, Sunderland, for that top-notch song. Also thanks for selling us this beast of a keeper!
I biked down with some friends to the Indianapolis Motor Speedway this morning and then spent the afternoon enjoying the greatest spectacle in racing.
I love the Indianapolis 500: It is a celebration of technology and bravery and really fast cars. We need more such secular gatherings in which we join together to enjoy an activity with a hugely diverse group of people.
And IndyCar is truly diverse: The twenty-nine men and four women who drove in today’s race come from five different continents. An openly gay man, Jim Nabors, got the race started, as he does every year, by singing “Back Home Again in Indiana” to a huge ovation. The stands were full of rich and poor, young and old.
It’s a niche sport, of course: Most of you will say it’s nothing but left turns. That’s okay. But I feel very lucky that to me it is much more: It’s biking to the race with my friends. It’s watching my favorite driver break down in tears after finally winning the race. And most of all it’s communion.
So thanks to the 250,000 people who were there today. And thanks to my wife for heroically not going into labor today.
Sometimes I feel like tumblr doesn’t even care about sports.
I’m not very good at editing a video and just sitting on it. Besides, it’s almost Monday.
we were in the FRONT ROW today. you could SEE their thigh hair! I still have the football jitters
I got to see the real Swindon Town football club today. It was so great. Thanks to everyone who joined me, and special thanks to the Swindon supporters who recognized me!
Swindon Town - Manchester United (League cup)
In the first final of the season the boys travel to Wembley to take on long standing rivals Manchester United. Manager John Green talks about the rivalry between the two teams and how it has grown over time.
In the 199th episode of The Miracle of Swindon Town, the Swoodilypoopers face Manchester United in the League Cup final.
THE DRAMA! THE TENSION!
a particularly good episode of HankGames in which John talks about why he’s a Liverpool fan — may or may not have made me cry like a little girl. For years and years when I was little I’d sit on the sofa and watch West Ham play with my dad and sing I’m forever blowing bubbles and later, paolo di canio x4083980 and it’s just such an important part of my childhood. My grandpa was an Everton supporter and in Mexico everyone I know supports the Pumas — you have your team, you have your ties. I’d never really thought of that being one of my earliest introductions to fandom, fan history and so on, but I suppose it was.
(Thanks, Rosi.) I think one of the things that is underappreciated in fan communities like the HP fandom or Doctor Who or whatever is the extent to which it really IS similar to, say, the Liverpool fandom. Obviously, I’m not defending all of sporting fan culture, but to me it has been a way to connect to a story (the history of my football club) in a deep way that also connected me to other people (fellow supporters) and allowed me to feel like a participant in the narrative (In soccer, fan support really is the lifeblood of a club, because the club is not guaranteed to continue as a professional organization the same way teams are in most American sports.)
Anyway, in the end, my relationship with Liverpool is not so different from my relationship with Harry Potter.
In which I recant almost everything I said three games ago about Hollywood while muddling through what can frankly only be called a disappointing season in the lives of the Swindon Town Swoodilypoopers.
Althought battling the virus that Hank got on tour…
…I will be livetweeting the Super Bowl and its commercials over on my sports-specific twitter, @sportswithjohn. Sadly, I will not be drunk like I was last year, as I am ill. Sorry. I will try hard to be physically prepared next year.
Why We Hate Tim Tebow
It’s not really about his religiosity, or even the way he uses his fame to evangelize. People, including me, are put off by Tebow because he is SINCERE, and cynical people dismiss all sincere worldviews, whether secular or religious.
Tebow exposes our cynicism. He is unafraid to care deeply and unironically about things. Maybe some of those things—football for instance—are silly, but his passion and depth of feeling are something we all hope for. (I’d like to think I lack Tebow’s sense of certainty because careful examination of the universe does not lend itself to certainty, but I might be wrong, and even if I’m not I’d argue it’s an internet-wide character flaw* to ridicule sincerity.)
Basically, it’s not about Tim Tebow. It’s about the lens through which we view him.
*obviously I don’t mean that everyone who uses the Internet struggles with sincerity, but many of us do, and imho the culture of the Internet celebrates—and not without reason—investigation and interrogation (and silliness and irony)—over certainty and sincerity.
UNNECESSARY SLIDE TACKLE: I have joined the HankGames family.