Last night the US soccer team won a 2-0 victory over Mexico, continuing their tradition of beating Mexicans into the ground on US soil.
Read into that last sentence what you will.
Now, I love sweaty, muscled men as much as the next girl, especially when they’ve got fancy ball skills. But I watched very little of the game, preferring instead the self-inflicted torture of sixteen essays about the “challenges facing college students today”.
And yet the interesting dynamic played out for us on a windy Wednesday night was irresistible, for a number of reasons. There’s this general idea that hispanics play soccer better than gringos, which is understandable given our national interest in the other kind of football. And certainly home-court advantage is a plus.
But what really interested me was the coverage by Univision…ostensibly an “American” company, broadcasting for “American” audiences.
Go ahead- guess. Whose side were they on?
Oh yeah. La Raza. The pregame reporting interviewed legions of crazed Mexican fans, talking about how they were “of course” going to root for Mexico, even as they stood in their Cantina here on US soil. About how they were going to “take out” the gringos. The reporter, chilly in her J. Crew parka and Hermes scarf, gave a rundown of the Mexican team’s roster but was unable to list any of the US players when asked, except, of course, for the golden boy goal-maker.
It made me think about this idea that hispanics are assimilating. That everyone eventually “becomes” an “American”- whatever that may mean. I’ve always maintained that it’s NOT, at least not as much as wishful-thinking, liberal, open-borders-policy-supporting people would like. And the coverage on the largest Spanish-language TV station in the US was a confirmation. What is “American”, anyway?
And in the chilly night, banners waving, as I wondered what it will mean for this divided country, the US made another goal.