We live in interesting times. In June of this year, the U.S. national soccer team played an “away” game against Mexico—in Los Angeles. Many of the 93,000 fans in the Rose Bowl booed the U.S. squad, chanted obscenities directed at the U.S. goalkeeper, and blew air horns during the U.S. national anthem. After Mexico won the match, these fans had the added pleasure of listening to a postgame ceremony conducted in Spanish. As related by Pat Buchanan, U.S. coach Bob Bradley said, “Obviously . . . the support that Mexico has on a night like this makes it a home game for them.” Obviously it does, Coach Bradley. But how can that be? And why do we seem to accept it as unremarkable and even inevitable? U.S. goalie Tim Howard saw things a bit more clearly: “It was a disgrace that the entire post-match ceremony was in Spanish,” said Howard. “You can bet your [expletive] that if we were in Mexico City it wouldn’t be all in English.” And, as Mr. Buchanan wrote,
Were US fans in a Mexican town to boo, cheer, and chant obscenities at a Mexican team before, during, and after a match, and blow horns during the Mexican national anthem, they would be lucky to get out of the stadium alive.
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