Win 2 in LA Without Springer.
Wow.
Fair enough, I guess its a cultural thing that I am missing? I think if a Super Bowl finished at 2:40 on the East Coast there would be apoplexy and consternation breaking out across the country.Michael K. wrote: ↑Wed Oct 29, 2025 10:44 pmI stayed up. I thought it was a fun game to watch. The last thing I am going to do is feel sorry for someone in the Eastern Time Zone. I don't think it makes sense to play a game in LA, and move the time so it doesn't impact those in New York. Games go extra innings, shit happens.mostonmike wrote: ↑Tue Oct 28, 2025 10:41 pmA game that finishes at 2:40 in the morning on the East Coast is not going to drive ad revenue or viewers no matter how important the game is. Well, maybe a game 7 - but even that's a stretch.
Who's staying up after midnight other than fans of the teams involved and real dedicated followers?
Don't see anything remarkable about it. The postseason in baseball is generally about which team is luckiest and has the most "hot" players.
My friend, I present to you the top 10 reasons why I hate soccer:
This wins the internet.Big_Maple wrote: ↑Thu Oct 30, 2025 6:31 pmMy friend, I present to you the top 10 reasons why I hate soccer:
Games can end 0–0.
Ninety minutes of running… and nobody scores. It’s like watching two people argue and then shake hands. It’s nihilism with shin guards.
The mysterious “extra time.”
No one knows how long the game will last... not the players, not the fans, not even the commentators! It’s like watching the world’s most stressful surprise party. Everyone’s just standing there wondering, ‘Is it over? Are we still doing this?'
Players flop like they’ve been shot.
A gentle tap? Cue Oscar-worthy acting and rolling around like they’ve been hit by a truck. Then, after it is apparent no foul will be called they jump up and sprint away like nothing happened. Jeezus.
The fans are utterly insane.
You can’t even mention another club without someone threatening to fight you in the parking lot. Wear the wrong scarf and someone will burn a fucking bus or an orphanage.
Ties are just... fine?
You can invest your entire Sunday morning, watching twenty-two men run around like caffeinated ants, only for it to end in a scoreline that looks like binary code. One. Nil. Congratulations, I guess?
Low scoring = low excitement.
Fans call it ‘the beautiful game.’ Sure, if your definition of beauty is ninety minutes of people almost doing something. It’s like watching your Wi-Fi buffer for an hour and convincing yourself it’s poetry. I've had more fun watching the aquarium screensaver on my 1995 iMac.
The “offside” rule is chaos.
Every time someone explains the offside rule, I understand it a little less. It’s like tax law, but with grass.
Clock runs upward.
Every other sport counts down. Soccer? “Nah, let’s count up to 90, then add some mystery minutes.”
Penalty shootouts decide world championships.
Hours of strategy, teamwork, and athleticism… all undone by a one-on-one guessing game between a kicker and a goalie.
Need I say more? Ug, what a dumb sport.