I’ve been apologizing too much lately. Which is to say I apologized twice yesterday, first for the “STFU” in my last blog, which I’ve edited. Wow, Laura, what a mature, eloquent, and witty way to communicate your thoughts. Then I apologized for my (over)reaction to a simple tweet by Sports Illustrated writer Grant Wahl in which he stated Megan Rapinoe – allocated to Seattle – “would have preferred” to play in Portland. In my tweets that followed, I basically said players unhappy with their allocation… need to STFU.
Sensing a theme? Thoughtless, kneejerk comebacks like the above examples, the tribble-like spawn of the Interwebs themselves, have no place here at HappyGoSnarky. I can and will do better. Of course Rapinoe would prefer to play in Portland. It’s her home, her alma mater is there, and I hope being not so far away in Seattle helps her stay connected to the things she loves in the Rose City.
Then today I read a spiteful, bombastic attack on Jodie Foster over on Huffington Post (no link; not sharing the hate). The author basically skewers Foster for not coming out of the closet on the author’s timeline. As if a two-time Oscar winner, parent, Yale grad, and Reagan-assassination-attempt-collateral-damage-survivor has to answer to this person, or anyone else.
It was the vitriol in the article, though, that percolated in the back of my brain. Snark is tough, especially if I’m trying to bang it out when I’m wound up or frustrated. I don’t ever want to cross over to the Dark Side and write from anger, and especially toward a specific person. Any FIRST!1! with a keyboard can do that.
(The “Atlanta: You Are Not Fans of Women’s Soccer…” post is an exception. I did write that one from anger, and I take ownership of that.)
I read another couple of tweets about the negative backlash to the NWSL allocations, team staffers lamenting the poor reactions from fans. It caused me to take a look at the motivations behind my own snark – behind most of my soccer-related posts, really. And I narrowed it down to this:
I am afraid.
That, NWSL powers-that-be, is why I write snarky things about your teams and league.
I’m afraid this league will fail before it even gets off the ground. I’m afraid sponsors – the biggies, Apple, Budweiser, Doritos, will look at the efforts thus far (“psst! we made a league, y’all”) and decide it’s not put together and/or operating well enough for them to invest their marketing dollars. I’m afraid there won’t be any marketing dollars.
I’m afraid I’ll watch another woso league implode. And you better believe this time, with Abby and Hope and Alex on top of the women’s sports Q ratings, the shock waves will wipe out the professional women’s soccer landscape. There won’t be a fourth chance. Not for a long, long time.
And so it’s easier for me to push something away, to prepare for the fall, to protect my heart. That M.O. certainly isn’t unique to my interactions with soccer people I’ve never met in person.
But – and I hope I told this story clearly in my last post – I do have optimism and excitement for the new league too. I know that tends to get lost. That’s something else I need to work on.
And so, this post serves as a reaffirmation – to you, my reader(s), and to myself as well – that HappyGoSnarky is just that. Happy. Snarky. Writing about a game. And I’m counting on you guys to call me out if I ever get too far away from that.
P.S. Check out some logos I made on the free internets and let me know what you think. Maybe I’ll use one.