I held off writing this hoping that my anger would subside with time. With a clearer head maybe I could be more objective, more understanding, or given the timing, more Christian.
It didn't work. I'm still pissed. Not just pissed. FUCKING pissed.
Nobody that would bother reading this upstart blog of mine needs a refresher on what happened between Brian Mullan and Steve Zakuani. I also won't contribute a single hit to the heartless dipshits at MLSsoccer.com who posted within minutes, video of the gruesome assault Mullan committed.
In fact I don't even want to talk about the tackle itself. We all know what happened. Zakuani had his foot nearly taken off by a raging asshole who couldn't brush off a no-call.
It's Mullan's behavior AFTER that I find so appalling. Instead of rushing over to see if Zak's ok. Instead of hanging his head in shame. Instead of waving for the trainers. Instead of doing anything remotely human to try and right his wrong, Brian Mullan was arguing the red card. Seriously.
What kind of chump does that? How on Earth did he think that was a) going to work or b) the thing to do while Zakuani laid their writhing in pain.
Maybe the booing Rapids fans had him convinced that Zakuani took a dive. He didn't really feel his feet crashing through Zak's leg did he? That wasn't a breaking bone everyone heard was it? Surely this is an injustice against Brian Mullan and now is the time to defend your honor!
Wait, fuck that... You're just an asshole.
To further evade responsibility Mullan then tells the media after the match that not only has he done it a 100 times before so we should view this simply as a freak accident, but that he plans on making that same tackle again. That statement alone warrants a multi-match ban. Even thinking it is a huge part of the problem MLS has.
Zak won't say these things because he's not that guy. Dude's already talking about resurrection on Easter... THAT is the kind of guy he is. Hell, he'll probably invite Mullan over for a beer when Colorado comes to Seattle. He's different than you and me. He starts charities in his early 20's when the rest of us were blowing every extra nickel on girls and jagerbombs.
But we can say it for him. We can demand Garber do something. We can tell the league that we want more Zakuanis and Ferreiras, not more Mullans. Something good must come from this. Maybe it's that the league will finally send a message.
The time for talentless hacks making up their deficiencies with brutality is over.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Friday, March 18, 2011
Best GM Ever
Ask yourself this - how many MLS GMs have dismissed two Designated Players? Answer, one. Adrian Hanauer. That's right, I'm number muthafuckin' one.
Getting rid of the Swedish Chef mid-season was so strong I had to back it up this time with some real shady shit. So I fired Nkufo a couple hours before First Kick... Like a boss! 36,000 drunk lunatics marching into Hanauer Field for the first match of the season, national TV, Alexei Lalas in the house and I have the balls to bounce a World Cup starter.
What am I going to do to top that shit? Throw Kasey Keller into a shark tank?
Bruce Arena can't keep Beckham in LA for more than 10 minutes and doesn't seem to mind.
DeRo is off wandering the globe looking for another team and Toronto just says "Herp derp derp." That's how you say "Thank you sir, may I have another!" in Canadian in case you were wondering.
But not in Seattle. Sure, we put on that ultra polite shit for outsiders. Ohh it rains a lot, do you want some coffee or tea? Please don't jaywalk. Police your doggie waste sir! Fuck that shit, behind closed doors this the muthafuckin Cosa Nostra. I run shit and kill for nuthin'.
You know that song ECS sings "Take 'em all!" The part that goes "put em up against a wall and shoot em" is about me!
So I thought it was about time I step out from behind that squeaky voiced soccer dad show I put on for the cameras and quit letting that Fakeass Sigi run around telling people he's in charge. Say one more word bitch and your brat buffet is out of the clubhouse, and no more nacho cheese fountain either. Seriously dude, get on a diet, I'm tired of carrying maternity gear in the pro shop.
A Hizzle OUT!
Getting rid of the Swedish Chef mid-season was so strong I had to back it up this time with some real shady shit. So I fired Nkufo a couple hours before First Kick... Like a boss! 36,000 drunk lunatics marching into Hanauer Field for the first match of the season, national TV, Alexei Lalas in the house and I have the balls to bounce a World Cup starter.
What am I going to do to top that shit? Throw Kasey Keller into a shark tank?
Bruce Arena can't keep Beckham in LA for more than 10 minutes and doesn't seem to mind.
DeRo is off wandering the globe looking for another team and Toronto just says "Herp derp derp." That's how you say "Thank you sir, may I have another!" in Canadian in case you were wondering.
But not in Seattle. Sure, we put on that ultra polite shit for outsiders. Ohh it rains a lot, do you want some coffee or tea? Please don't jaywalk. Police your doggie waste sir! Fuck that shit, behind closed doors this the muthafuckin Cosa Nostra. I run shit and kill for nuthin'.
You know that song ECS sings "Take 'em all!" The part that goes "put em up against a wall and shoot em" is about me!
So I thought it was about time I step out from behind that squeaky voiced soccer dad show I put on for the cameras and quit letting that Fakeass Sigi run around telling people he's in charge. Say one more word bitch and your brat buffet is out of the clubhouse, and no more nacho cheese fountain either. Seriously dude, get on a diet, I'm tired of carrying maternity gear in the pro shop.
A Hizzle OUT!
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