by Dawes Dunham

Major League Soccer. Something about the name just didn’t sit well with me. Perhaps it was its close proximity to the name of my most worshipped sport, Major League Baseball. Perhaps it was the garish jerseys and worse team nicknames; Wizards, Galaxy, Burn, Mutiny, and Fusion were hardly enthralling names. They felt cooked up in a lab somewhere, even given my immature pre-teen sensibilities. This was my country, my league, and – at 12 years old, recently coming off the recent high of seeing the World Cup in my own backyard (America) – I felt no attachment to this fledgling enterprise. Read the rest of this entry »