Some people think that both baseball and soccer are boring as can be. Still, more people believe soccer takes the cake.
You mean to tell me that a full, 90-minute soccer game can wind up scoreless and then proceed into a possible scoreless overtime? What does that leave us with? Measly penalty kicks that ultimately decide the winner. At least in baseball, if the game is tied after nine full innings, the game goes into extras while still playing its normal game; not switching the method of beating the opponent. Another thing: everybody knows the real soccer champion is crowned every four years. Every four years? Soccer fans have to sit around and twiddle their thumbs while they wait for the ultimate tournament. In baseball, a world champion is crowned every single year, and fans get to view it every November. They do not have to wait, what? Another ten or so years to see an eventual champion?
Soccer players cry, whine, and get upset over every little thing that goes wrong or a penalty. A simple push from an opposing player results in arms flailing and constant arguing with the referee. Do they realize it is part of the game? It is professional sports, these kinds of things do happen, in case you didn’t know. What about faking injuries? This is a whole other fiasco. Soccer players milk the clock and go down to the ground with a false injury just so the clock can run down while their team is up, and possibly shift momentum from the opposing team. Yeah, that’s fair. At least in baseball, play stops while the trainer comes out and checks up on his player. The innings do not proceed; it is a fair time out if you will.
Last but certainly not least, it is like the world stops when a player and team scores a goal. You really have to get that excited and celebrate over your profession and what you get paid to do? Soccer goals are the object of the game, no need to prance and dance over every single goal scored. Goals are not so farfetched that players have to celebrate like they just conquered the world. Baseball players trot around the bases with an occasional finger point upstairs. But they mind their own business and trout around the bases, like normal human beings. That is the object of the game: to plate runs. Come on. You don’t celebrate goals like you just won a million dollars!