(Thanks to Drudge) In what is symptomatic of what’s gone wrong in the U.S.A., Los Angeles Times sportswriter Bill Plaschke thinks it’s pretty cool that the United States soccer team, playing at home in the Rose Bowl, was soundly booed and the visiting team was cheered by openly America-hostile, pro-Mexico fans that outnumbered the Americans by the thousands. Plaschke says it’s great that Team U.S.A. played before an overwhelmingly Latino crowd that hurled obscenities and hatred at the Americans. Oh – and by the way, as a means of justifying the unsportsmanlike behavior, according to Plaschke, the American team “stinks”.
It’s re-conquista time, mujeres y hombres, as the open Mexican border is fully beginning to manifest itself without disguise or politeness in a spectacle that I’m glad I was not present to witness. And Bill Plaschke believes this is good old American sports fare. Well, make yourself at home, Billy boy. You can count me out.
It was imperfectly odd. It was strangely unsettling. It was uniquely American.
On a balmy early Saturday summer evening, the U.S soccer team played for a prestigious championship in a U.S. stadium … and was smothered in boos.
It was not uniquely American, Plaschke. It was like our team was playing in a hostile foreign country – because they were playing in a hostile foreign country. It’s called Southern California. I grew up there, when it was still a part of The United States.
Its fans were vastly outnumbered. Its goalkeeper was bathed in a chanted obscenity. Even its national anthem was filled with the blowing of air horns and bouncing of beach balls.
And all that’s uniquely American? Excuse me while I fight off a wave of nausea here.
Most of these hostile visitors didn’t live in another country. Most, in fact, were not visitors at all, many of them being U.S. residents whose lives are here but whose sporting souls remain elsewhere…
Yes. Did you interview them, Plaschke, to find out how many are living here illegally? If you think there was any love in that crowd for the U.S.A., you’re wrong, Plaschke. You may be able to kid yourself, but you’re not kidding me for a second.
“I love this country, it has given me everything that I have, and I’m proud to be part of it,” said Victor Sanchez, a 37-year-old Monrovia resident wearing a Mexico jersey. “But yet, I didn’t have a choice to come here, I was born in Mexico, and that is where my heart will always be.”
Then why don’t you go back to Mexico? Well, now – wait a second – if we wait just a few more years, Mr. Sanchez, you may actually be living in Mexico, where your heart will always be. On second thought, pal, you already are living in Mexico. The deed hasn’t been signed yet, but the border has been ceded and your invasion has come to full fruition – thanks to our spineless leftist politicians – like Arnold Schwarzenegger.
This was Staples Center filled with Boston Celtics fans. This was Chavez Ravine filled with Giants jerseys. This was as weird as it was wild and, for a U.S. team that lost, 4-2, it had to be wearisome.
No, it wasn’t that at all. It was not Americans from one city cheering for another American city’s team, Plaschke. It was open hostility against America and against Americans by people who may live here, but whose allegiance is not to this nation. And it never will be. This is reconquista, Guillermo. All of the equivocating, rationalizing and self-deluding you and your leftist anti-American Press Corps buddies may engage in will only serve to assist in the surrender of our national sovereignty to Mexico.
And, yes, when the U.S. team was announced one final time, it was once again booed.
“We’re not booing the country, we’re booing the team,” Sanchez said. “There is a big difference.”
“Obviously … the support that Mexico has on the night like tonight makes it a home game for them,” said U.S. Coach Bob Bradley, choosing his words carefully. “It’s part of something we have to deal with on the night.”
Wrong, coach. We’re going to be dealing with this hatred of The United States until the official surrender and the repeal of Guadalupe Hidalgo.