Trump Is Jesus. Get Used to It.

This one's gonna get me in some hot water, but let's do this.

Gheorghies, I know there are many among the sensible party that have been offended by the recent post offering up graphic depictions of His Royal Scumbucket DJT as Jesus. Well, let me tell--

Actually. before I get into that, I mention the "sensible party" off the cuff, but really what informed that phrase was a sketch from an episode of Monty Python's Flying Circus in November 1970. It's called "Election Night Special," it features the Sensible Party vs the Silly Party (along with lesser parties the Slightly Silly Party and the Very Silly Party), and it's great fun. 

In 1987 the Pythons issued a compilation audio album called The Final Rip-Off, which it wasn't, and my freshman roomie Dougie Fish and I wore the discs out when he purchased it the following year. Here's the original TV episode: 

Sure does seem like Jethro Q. Walrustiddy would have a place in the current cabinet, eh?

Anyway, Trump as Jesus.

I'll be honest with you: I don't get the hysteria. He's super into self-aggrandizing AI art. I mean, it's only a matter of time before Trumpkin illustrates himself as Wardy "Wood" Joubert III, right? If he hasn't done it already.

So what's the big deal with this?

And honestly, he has a lot more in common with Jesus than other iconic characters whose persona he's assumed. You want proof?

He is well-known to offer crazy quotes like:

• "Nobody fucks with the Trump."
• "Let me tell you something, pendejo... You pull any of your crazy shit with us, you flash a piece out on the White House lawn, I'll take it away from you, and stick it up my ass and pull the fucking trigger 'til it goes 'click'."
• "Are you ready to be fucked, Iran? ... JD and me, we're gonna fuck you up."
• "I would have fucked you in the ass Saturday. I fuck you in the ass next Wednesday instead. Wooo!"

Donald Trump is also a known sex offender. I'm not sure about eight-year-olds, but he's a sexual assaulter with established ties to the most infamous pederast in all the land. 

Trump is the Jesus. To wit:

Oh!

Jesus Quintana, not Christ. Goodness, no!

He's the opposite of that, although getting millions of people to listen to him verbally soil himself daily is a miracle. 

Enjoy!

We Interrupt Your Regularly Scheduled Dipshittery

You've likely seen the news by now that Hungarian Prime Minister Viktor Orban's Fidesz party was decisively routed by the opposition Tisza party, led by Peter Magyar. Orban had been in power for 16 years, that time marked by an increasing turn to authoritarianism.

(As an aside, being called Peter Magyar in Hungary is like being called Pete American here. Do with that what you will.) 

Tisza's win is a victory for the people of Hungary, who turned out in record numbers to repudiate the loathsome Orban. More than 80% of eligible voters across the country cast ballots. Closer to home, it's a significant blow to those on the right who embraced Orban's approach as a model for American society. Fuckers like Steve Bannon, Tucker Carlson, Rod Dreher, Ilya Shapiro, and our dipshit President have caped for Orban for years. The goddamn Conservative Political Action Conference (CPAC), the front line of the reactionary right in America, has been hosting events in Hungary since 2022. 

And JD Fucking Vance campaigned for Orban in Budapest FIVE DAYS AGO. He went straight from there to flail impotently in negotiations to end our misadventures in Iran. Quite a week for our couch-fucking Vice President, and odds-on favorite to be the GOP nominee for President in 2028. 

It's not an overstatement, in my ball-knowing mind, to say that Orban's defeat signals a turning point in the rise of authoritarianism across Europe. It also likely means good things for Ukraine (and by comparison, bad things for Russia). Orban's Hungary had been the lone holdout in keeping the European Union from increasing its aid to Volodmyr Zelenskyy's government. Good on you, people of Hungary.

In his victory speech, Magyar minced no words. Speaking of the Orban administration officials whose corruption and anti-democratic actions crippled the Hungarian economy, he said, "No mercy, they will need to take responsibility for all their actions." Hear me now and believe me later - I will back whatever Democrat makes that the first plank of his or her platform.

Independent journalist Caolan Robertson has been reporting from Budapest for the past several weeks. Here's a good segment he released yesterday on the mood in the streets. (It's about 16 minutes - suck it up and watch something good for you, ya filthy animals.)

Gheorghasbord

We're all over the place today. Spanning the brain, if you will. Which is a lot better than trepanning the brain.

Mac McClung is Crash Davis. The Gate City, VA native (and that is absolutely the middle of nowhere) scored 59 points against the Birmingham Squadron late last month to become the G League's all-time leading scorer. McClung is a viral video legend, his high school hoops exploits making him larger than life. After a collegiate career with Georgetown and Texas Tech, the 27 year-old hasn't yet found a foothold in the NBA. Ain't from a lack of trying. He's now scored 5,335 points in the G League, and was just named the 2025-26 league MVP.

He's on a two-way contract with the Bulls, and he's seen time in eight NBA games this season, so perhaps there's hope yet.

We've celebrated crazy foodstuffs, and we do love some stupid fashion, so it's only natural that we're suckers for the intersection of the two. Our good friends at KFC, those envelope-pushing loons, offer us this bit of sartorial splendor:

I know what you're thinking. "rob, is that a...pickle jacket"? Friends, that is a pickle jacket. Allow the good people at Foodbeast to explain:

KFC’s Pickle Puffer sounds like something the internet would joke about once and move on from. Instead, KFC UK turned it into a real thing.

The KFC Pickle Puffer jacket takes the idea at face value. It’s a wearable puffer packed with sliced pickles and pickle brine, finished with a built-in straw so you can sip straight from it. It’s absurd, fully committed, and somehow right on time.

The drop ties directly into KFC UK’s limited-time Pickle Mania menu, which pushes the same energy across the board. The lineup includes a Pickle Burger, Pickle Loaded Fries, Frickles, and a Pickle Pepsi Max that’s already dividing people before the first sip.

I nominate Marls to buy one and wear it to the next Gold Cup steeplechase races.

And finally, we come to celebrate an obsession turned profession. Jack Coyne loves music, he likes people, and he's great at laughing. Coyne is the host of the man-on-the-street music TikTok/IG sensation Track Star. The conceit is simple: Coyne interviews a contestant, gives them a pair of Beats, and offers $5 if the interviewee can name the track he chooses. From there, it's a series of double-or-nothing tunes.

At least that's how Track Star got started. Now, Coyne and his team play the game with luminaries from the music and film worlds, and the videos are routinely terrific. Coyne clearly loves music, and he curates tunes that go deep into his guests' worlds. He himself is a goofy, likable everyman - the formula works.

If you haven't seen Track Star before, here's Coyne with music junkie Cillian Murphy from a few weeks ago:

I fully believe Les Coole would excel in this venue. Let's make it happen.

Narcissist and His Ego Save College Sports, Again

Again demonstrating a capacity for oafishly inserting himself across multiple theaters, President Grifty McGrievance issued an executive order last week aimed at college athletics. You might have missed it, what with the moon mission, the U.S. “excursion” into Iran, disrupted global markets, belligerent and profane calls to re-open the Strait of Hormuz, turfing his Attorney General, and attending a Supreme Court hearing that he hopes will result in the elimination of the 14th Amendment to the Constitution. In short, a busy week. 

This week’s drama pushed it even further into the background. Titled “Urgent National Action to Save College Sports,” the order mixes high-minded claims about the need for a fix along with some specific measures. The order came almost a month after Trump convened a White House roundtable to discuss the issues around the current system. The two-hour confab included several dozen sports and political figures under the auspices of “Somebody Needs to Do Something.” 

Trump issued an order last July, titled “Saving College Sports,” addressing some of the same issues and the need for reform, though none of the measures from that order were implemented or even made a dent in the conversation. Asked at the March get-together what would be different about a new executive order, he replied that it would be more comprehensive and detailed. 

That’s debatable, but the new EO speaks to the transfer process and eligibility, payments to athletes for name, image and likeness, and raises the specter of financial penalties for schools that don’t comply with the rules. Athletes would have five years to complete four years of eligibility, a rollback to the old system. They would be permitted a one-time transfer with immediate eligibility. A second transfer would require an athlete to sit out competition for a year, though an athlete who completed a four-year graduate degree would be permitted immediate eligibility after a transfer. 

The new order also would end NIL collectives, the donor-backed organizations that mushroomed after players were allowed to be paid. However, many of those collectives have wound down or phased out after the House vs. NCAA settlement that permitted schools to directly pay athletes up to $20.5 million, a move that has stressed and stretched athletic budgets. 

Schools have begun to find a way around that and supplement athlete pay by outside deals with media rights outfits and separate companies. The new order also comes with the possibility of withholding Federal funds for schools that don’t adhere to the rules, a favored Trump administration tactic that’s been used in the battle against diversity initiatives and supposed discrimination. Here, it’s again worth noting that an executive order is often a recommendation with government letterhead. It’s not a law, it doesn’t replace a law, it doesn’t provide an antitrust exemption – a big ask on the NCAA wish list – and it’s not immune to court challenges. 

President Cranky Pants admitted as much at the March meeting, where he toggled between discussion of issues and gripes about “radical” judges who upended the good old days and those awful Democrats who won’t pass any legislation he endorses. “I’d like to go exactly back to what we had and ram it through a court,” he said that day. 

That said, there is bipartisan desire for reform and guidelines that would provide stability, both in terms of player movement and finances, though there is broad disagreement on how to get there. Old guard advocates continue to look longingly at the questionably named SCORE Act (Student Compensation and Opportunity through Rights and Endorsements), which pre-empts state laws surrounding NIL payments in favor of a national system, provides the NCAA limited antitrust protection against lawsuits, and prevents college athletes from being classified as employees. The legislation has worked its way through Congressional committees and might pass a tight House of Representatives vote strictly along partisan lines. But the measure is likely DOA in the Senate, where it would need 60 votes and has zero Democrat buy-in. 

Democrats don’t want to roll back the freedoms and compensation that athletes have won, and many believe they are due, nor do they want to cede control back to the NCAA. The rub with Trump Saves College Sports, Part Deux is that courts have already ruled several measures illegal. For example, a Federal judge ruled that the NCAA’s old one-time transfer policy was restrictive, and the Dept. of Justice and the NCAA settled on a system that essentially gave athletes free agency. 

And good luck enforcing, or even defining, the order’s call for “a prohibition on improper financial activities regarding student-athletes, including collectives or other entities or methods used to facilitate third-party, pay-for-play payments.” One passage in the new EO is particularly galling, a kind of tutorial in gaslighting and hypocrisy disguised as well-meaning and crucial. It reads: Absent a comprehensive national solution, therefore, the escalating financial demands to succeed in football and basketball combined with the significantly loosened rules governing eligibility, transfers, and pay-for-play schemes may force curtailment of women’s and Olympics sports, and may even jeopardize the overall financial well-being of universities with which the Federal Government has important financial relationships. Universities are important defense research contractors for the Department of War, important medical research contractors for the Department of Health and Human Services, and important scientific research contractors for the National Science Foundation. The health of the university system is integral to the Federal Government’s basic functioning. 

Yessiree, science and research are so vital to society that the Trump administration has spent the past fifteen months slashing budgets and gutting departments in those areas, as well as bullying schools and agencies that don’t conform to their standards. A snapshot: approximately fourteen percent of STEM Ph.D.s in the Federal workforce, more than 10,000 people, left or were laid off since Trump took office, according to Science magazine. The Centers for Disease Control has lost 25 percent of its workforce and faces a 41-percent cut in the latest budget proposal. The National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA) is in line for a $1.6-billion whack from its $6-billion budget, targeting climate research and what the administration refers to as “Green New Scam” programs. 

Trump last year asked that lawmakers cut spending on science programs at NASA in half (though legislators left much of the funding in place). He recently asked for a $5 billion budget cut to the National Institute of Health. The National Science Foundation and Environmental Protection Agency would see their budgets cut by 50 percent if Trump’s 2027 budget proposal is approved. Budget cuts to USAID meant that Johns Hopkins University lost $800 million in grants targeted for health programs, and approximately 7,800 science-related grants across multiple sectors were cut. 

It’s hard not to conclude that Trump’s latest foray into college athletics is anything more than another episode of performative grandstanding by a jabbering fossil who believes he’s entitled to govern by decree and force of personality, whose moves are dictated by whim and whatever and whoever crosses his path at any given moment. He’s the light and the heat in his own solar system, and thanks to 77 million of our fellow voters all of us get burned.

Zooming Out

There is so much fuckery loose in the land that it's hard to reckon with it all. Probably not great for one's mental health to even try to do so. But every so often something stops me cold, standing as a stark reminder that we are so very beyond the pale.

To wit, I can't believe this is a sentence that actually has meaning: Last week, Iran released a new lego diss track, this one aimed at U.S. Secretary of Defense Pete Hegseth.

We live in a time where the character and actions of the United States Secretary of Defense are cause for another sovereign nation to mock him. Accurately, at that.

Lord have mercy.

Hoochie Coochie Birthday

On this date one hundred eleven years ago a baby might have been born in west central Mississippi who would become one of the most influential figures in American music and helped lay the groundwork for rock ‘n roll. We say “might” because record-keeping was spotty in the early 20th century for black people in the rural south, and the man himself gave conflicting information about his origins. 

Date and place aside, Muddy Waters’s impact on American music is indisputable. He brought Mississippi Delta blues north and electrified and amplified it in the 1940s, becoming the King of Chicago Blues. He toured England in the late ‘50s and introduced the music to British kids, including lads who used the title of one of his best known songs, “Rollin’ Stone,” to name their band. He recorded blues classics such as “I’m Ready,” “Hoochie Coochie Man,” “Mannish Boy” and “I Can’t Be Satisfied.” He influenced scores of musicians in the 1960s and ‘70s, who played his songs and performed with him and incorporated his style into their own. He assembled great bands with performers who became household names within the blues and rock communities. 

He was born McKinley Morganfield and grew up on the Stovall Plantation near Clarksdale, Miss., raised by his grandmother when his mother died shortly after his birth. His grandmother, Della Grant, gave him the nickname “Muddy” as a youngster because he often played in a nearby creek. “Waters” was added later when he began playing music at local houses and juke joints. 

He taught himself to play harmonica and guitar and was influenced by Delta musicians such as Robert Johnson and Son House and Charley Patton. He worked the fields and drove a tractor during the day and performed nights and weekends. Waters’s big break came in Aug. 1941 when archivist Alan Lomax came to Mississippi to record Delta blues musicians on behalf of the Library of Congress, recording him and several others on the porch of his shack. 

When Lomax played the recording for Muddy, the musician’s mind was blown. He told Rolling Stone magazine years later that his first recording sounded like anyone else’s he had heard, and he began to think that he could be a professional musician. Two years later, he moved to Chicago, part of the immense migration of black people north and west from 1915-1970 (If you’re interested in a broad social, cultural and economic examination of the Great Migration, I highly recommend “The Warmth of Other Suns” by Isabel Wilkerson). He began playing in Chicago clubs and shortly thereafter bought his first electric guitar and plugged into amps, because he said acoustic instruments couldn’t be heard over the din of crowded, noisy clubs. 

Waters began recording in the late 1940s with a new label called Aristocrat Records started by brothers Phil and Leonard Chess that later became the iconic Chess Records. His first notable band included harmonica whiz Little Walter Jacobs, pianist Otis Spann, guitarist Jimmy Rogers and bassist and songwriter Willie Dixon, who penned several of Muddy’s signature tunes. He toured England and came home to perform at the acclaimed Newport Jazz Festival and record one of the first live blues albums, “Live at Newport 1960,” which includes a killer version of “Got My Mojo Workin’.” 

Waters experienced a lean period during the 1960s, as record executives attempted to marry his sound with harder-edged rock. But in the late ‘60s and extending through the remainder of his life (he died in 1983), he returned to his roots with numerous collaborations, tours and records with those he influenced, among them people such as Eric Clapton, Mike Bloomfield, Paul Butterfield, Buddy Guy and Johnny Winter. The Stones’ Mick Jagger, Keith Richard and Ronnie Wood appeared with Muddy at the famous southside Chicago club the Checkerboard Lounge in 1981. 

The dilapidated sharecropper’s shack where Waters grew up became a tourist attraction in the 1980s before its remains were moved to the Delta Blues Museum in Clarksdale. When ZZ Top guitarist Billy Gibbons visited the old shack, he was encouraged to take a couple of planks, which he had fashioned into guitars known as “Muddywood.” They were used to raise funds for the museum and where one is also on display. Clapton once said, in a quote that appears on a plaque at the site of the old shack: “Muddy Waters’ music changed my life, and whether you know it or not, or like it or not, it probably changed yours, too.”

I'm going to yuck this yum

I'm a fan of language, especially slang, so I enjoy following the youngs' neologisms.  Although one of my faves is "don't yuck my yum" I'm going to do so in this post.

Which is not a political post!  You probably think I'm going to gleefully detail Bryon Noem's love of bimbofication but you're wrong.  If that's how he gets down, so be it.  I do, however, find it gobsmacking that of all the things associated with Kristi Noem over the past 14-or-so months, this is what brings her shame.  

I take to my keyboard to instead yuck a different practice.  I have long maintained, and I'm sure Danimal agrees, that water is the homeowner's greatest enemy.  It can cause problems originating in the house or from any direction outside the house.  You know you're middle aged when you see a foot of snow outside your house and perseverate about how it will all end up in your sump pump someday.

The homeowner's second greatest enemy is bugs.  Roaches, silverfish, termites, cave crickets, centipedes.  And ants.  Every year I wage chemical warfare against odorous house ants, or Tapinoma sessile to the entomologically inclined, by applying ecologically disastrous amounts of Amdro Ant Block to the foundation of zhome to minimize their appearance in zkitchen.  I cannot stand those little bastards.

I therefore yuck the practice of collecting ants.  So widespread is this preposterous hobby that there exists a commercial endeavor called AntsRUs.com offering for sale ants and, mindbogglingly, termites, as well as equipment to house these pests.  Some of these ants start at £159.99!  A hundred and sixty quid to bring a bug into your house!?!  Bollucks!  Closer to home, some loon in Ohio also sells ants and blogs about them too.  Ahnts: The Blog.

So profitable is this formic fetish that an illegal black market of ants exists to service these oddball collectors.  Giant African harvester ant queens sell for $220, probably because they are "many people's dream species."  Not my dream, maybe yours.

The next time your spouse complains about all the space taken up by your baseball cards, golf clubs, snow tires, CDs, or any other detritus you've accumulated over the years, tell them that you'll get rid of it all if you can start an ant collection.

Music as Memory: Final Boss Level

Usually when we use the phrase "music as memory" here, it's a reference to the way certain songs transport us immediately back to a place and time. We originally coined it in a post that celebrated three amazing records all released on September 24, 2011. (For what it's worth, that's one of the best posts ever committed to electrons on this here blog, and I don't (just) say that because I'm one of the authors.)

Today, though, a new take on music's memorial properties. Last week, Sir Paul McCartney dropped a new single. Entitled, "Days We Left Behind", it's a gauzy look back at the beginning of his musical career. 

There's no question that McCartney is one of the giants of the game, and the fact that he's still putting out new music more than 60 years after The Beatles exploded onto the scene is damn well remarkable. The dude is 83! So I'm not one to criticize. Though I do wonder: is this a sweet and melancholy walk down musical memory lane? Or do you find it all a bit maudlin?

I'll hang up and listen.

New Old Stock Music

If you're into collecting things you're probably familiar with the concept of "new old stock" or "NOS," which Wikipedia defines as "aged stock of merchandise that was never sold to a customer and is still new in original packaging. Such merchandise may not be manufactured anymore, and the new old stock may represent the only current source of a particular item .... Another definition of NOS is new original stock, referring to aged original equipment parts that remained in unsold inventory. This inventory may sell at a premium in a vintage or collectables market, such as among antique vehicle collectors where enthusiasts seek to repair their vehicles with original parts."

NOS is a popular fetish among collectors of watches, baseball cards, toys, car parts, Grateful Dead beanie baby bears, you name it.  NOS records are also desirable in certain circles, but I've never thought of the music itself as being NOS.  Until recently.

Spotify served up "If You Don't Want Me To" by Joanna and I thought to myself, "Jeez, are these guys Stone Roses fans or what?  They sound like a late 80's Manchester band."

It turns out they are a late 80s Manchester band!  You never heard of them because the album they recorded in 1990, "Hello Flower," was never released.  But now it is.  NOS music!  I dig it and most of you will too.

The State of Play: WFCSAGS

When our readers ask, we deliver. Case in point, Z recently suggested I review the current state of affairs for the football clubs Gheorghies support, either of their own volition or because I bequeathed (saddled?) them a side. This is a thing I can do.

Because Z asked, we'll start with his Norwich lads. They scuffled last season in the Championship (English soccer's second division), finishing 13th of 24 teams, but only eight points from relegation in a very crowded mid-table.

The Canaries are a bit better this season, currently sitting in tenth on 54 points with seven matches to play. They won't see promotion this season, but they've stabilized a bit. American striker Josh Sargent came back to MLS after several seasons on the south coast.

And their fans are funny:

Shlara's (and Prince William's) Aston Villa are in the quarterfinals of the Europa League, and currently in the mix for a Champions League berth next season. The Villans have been a bit up and down of late, but their 54 points are good for fourth in the Premier League with seven matches to play.

Fulham are having another very solid season, only four points from a spot in next year's Europa League and all but guaranteed of survival. But they're playing as if they're in their Ibiza Era. The final seven weeks of the season look to be a lot of "ah, well, that's a shame" in footy form.

As for Whitney's Leicester, I suppose that wide eyes emoji might be a good visual reference. The Foxes are currently in 22nd of 24 teams in the Championship. If that holds, they'd be relegated to League One, which...yikes.

Dave's Brentford are quietly buzzing along. The Bees are two points ahead of Fulham, and very much in the mix for a place in European competition next season. Big London and Gheorghie Derby in two weeks, as Brentford host Fulham in a match neither fan base would've expected to matter as much as it might.

Meanwhile, near the penthouse, fancy man Danimal's Manchester City is stalking Arsenal for the top spot in the division. While the Gunners are the odds on favorites to take the title, up nine points at the moment, City did just defeat Arsenal to win the Carabao Cup, the first major trophy of the English year.

Marls was a Newcastle supporter before we had a chance to attach a different label to him, and his lads are stretched. After a decent Champions League campaign, they've stumbled to 12th in the Premier League after a bitter defeat to local rival Sunderland in the Tyne-Wear Derby. Skipper Eddie Howe is bemoaning his club's spending on talent, never a good sign.

The Teej has been a Nottingham Forest guy from way back, to when we used to call him Little John. Forest are having a weird one. Like Villa, they're in the Europa League quarterfinals after defeating Danish power Midtjylland last week. But back at home, they've been in our near the relegation zone for most of the season. Their mercurial (read: batshit insane) Greek owner Vangelis Marinakis has fired three managers already this season.

Forest's win over Tottenham Hotspur vaulted them to 16th place, three points from the drop, but there's real work still to do.

And speaking of Spurs, who I believe count Rootsy and Squeaky as backers, that club is a fucking shambles. One year removed from winning the Europa League, and only a week after being eliminated from the Champions League, Spurs are in 17th, only one point away from relegation. Worse still, they're unmoored and playing like absolute ass. The other teams in the relegation fight have been hardened by their experience at the bottom of the table. Spurs' expensive roster is in no way prepared for what's to come over the next two months - their relegation would be seismic.

The Demise of Cinderella

Upheaval within college sports has created all manner of change for both participants and observers, not the least of which is a quantum leap in billable hours. Attorneys and entire firms have profited from those who contend that capitalist practices should extend to those who do the work regardless of their age, as well as from those who dug in their heels behind the thought: How come we can’t do it the way we’ve always done it? 

Conference realignment and consolidation, player pay and unrestricted movement, and Indiana University football ascension were always going to be jarring and difficult to grasp, not to mention expensive. But once colleges accepted television money to broadcast games and that money grew into multi-billion-dollar contracts and eight-figure payouts, it would inevitably lead to somewhere close to where we are now. 

Though on balance the developments are good, or at least more equitable, for the labor force, i.e., athletes, there would in turn be fallout that altered perspective and fandom and perhaps even the attraction of a team, a sport or an event. Which brings us to the NCAA Tournament and the gradual demise of the lower-tier conference program that makes a surprise run. 

The tournament nearly always ends up as a showcase of the sport’s best and most talented teams, but one of its beauties has been unlikely runs by programs outside the national spotlight: George Mason to the Final Four in 2006, Davidson and Steph Curry to the Elite Eight in 2008, VCU going from the First Four to the Final Four in 2011; Florida Gulf Coast (“Dunk City”) to the Sweet 16 as a 15-seed in 2013, eleven-seed Loyola-Chicago to the Final Four in 2018, St. Peter’s to the Elite Eight as a 15-seed in 2022. 

No such disruption this year. The Sweet 16 is all power conference programs. The closest we got was 12-seed High Point of the Big South Conference taking out Wisconsin in the first round, then playing Arkansas close before falling in the round of 32. VCU and Saint Louis of the Atlantic 10 both won their first-round games before getting bounced decisively by Big Ten teams in the second round. 

 The notion that Texas is a Cinderella because the Longhorns are an 11-seed is laughable. They’re a member of the SEC and have one of the largest athletic budgets in the country. They’re the privileged kid who scuffled along in college all year, but still got a cushy summer internship because of family connections. 

The last time there was a significant party crashing was 2023, when San Diego State and Florida Atlantic made the Final Four and Princeton advanced to the Sweet 16. For the second consecutive year, no team seeded 13-16 won a tournament game in the main draw. 

Get used to it. 

The formula for under-the-radar teams making a tournament run used to be a veteran group that had played together for several years and whose age and experience could offset the talent disparity against marquee programs, or a mid-major program that landed an under-recruited prospect or two to supplement an already solid roster. That’s become more difficult to pull off because of the transfer portal and budgets and NIL money that permit power conference schools to pay players. 

Indeed, the Sweet 16 is littered with players who began their careers elsewhere – not only jumps between power conference schools but smaller programs. Arizona has players from Harvard and Campbell. Michigan State has players from Harvard and Florida Atlantic. Alabama has transfers from Cal State Fullerton and Pepperdine. Nebraska has players who started at Rhode Island and Tulsa. Iowa State stud Joshua Jefferson began his career at St. Mary’s. 

Maybe the most visible example of movement and money is at Iowa, which knocked off defending champ Florida. Hawkeyes coach Ben McCollum won four Division 2 national championships at Northwest Missouri State, and two years ago was hired by Drake of the Missouri Valley Conference. Several of his players followed him to Drake, where they won the league title in his first season and upset Missouri in the NCAAs. Iowa hired him a year ago, and star guard Bennett Stirtz, who began his career with McCollum at Northwest Mizzou and went with him to Drake, followed him to Iowa along with three other Drake players. The kid who hit the winning shot against Florida last weekend was previously at Robert Morris. 

Point being that continuity and team development take hits in the present landscape. High-level recruits move because they see a better opportunity or more money elsewhere. Productive mid-major players are plucked away by power conference programs who seek to fill holes with seasoned players and can pay more. NIL money may keep some players who don’t have pro talent in college longer, but the guess is that players who stay at a school for three or four years and true NCAA Cinderellas will dwindle. The tournament remains the best event in sports, but loses a touch of magic and unpredictability in service to the young folks who provide the thrill. A fair trade.

Signs of Spring

It's not just an ORF theme any more - it's a filler post!

At 8:05 pm EST tonight in San Francisco, Logan Webb will throw out the first pitch of the 2026 Major League Baseball season. As noted by the sage Marls, it's not Opening Day, at least not for teams that matter - that's tomorrow, when the schedule includes 11 games, but it's a harbinger and a dawn at the same time.

NCAA Tournament Open Thread

Back in the day, I used to routinely take off work on the first Friday of the NCAA Tournament and head to a bar (Grevey's in Falls Church more than a few times) to watch hoops from noon to midnight. I miss those days. In memoriam, here's some Madness.

Special Gheorghasbord: World Cup Edition

We're 86 days away from the start of the 2026 World Cup, when Mexico hosts South Africa in Mexico City. Until that time, the organizers will no doubt be holding their collective breath, hoping no more ill-fitting Florsheims will drop. 

Meanwhile, the first (and I'm betting only) recipient of the FIFA Peace Prize is stumbling oafishly through one ill-conceived international crisis of choice after another. His pointless war with Iran may cost the tournament a participant, as the Iranians have made noises questioning whether they'll participate in the event. Says here they won't be the last country to consider withdrawal, and that more than one nation will have a difficult time securing visas for their athletes.

At the same time, America's global follies seem to be off-putting to fans of other nations, who aren't yet booking travel to the U.S. in predicted numbers. This is a shocking turn of events. Harry Carr, Pivot Hotels & Resorts’ senior vice president of commercial optimization, told Forbes, “We are much less bullish about World Cup than we were three months ago," adding that "FIFA sent back some of the company’s room-block holds without a single reservation having been made for the tournament."

Let's be clear about something. I loathe FIFA and its still-corrupt fuck you, pay me approach to the global game. I hate that our President and his toadies will likely try to wrap themselves around the flag while the World Cup take place here (and in Mexico and Canada). I won't be paying the extortionate prices for tickets to a live match. 

But I'll be watching all of it, goddammit. I'm a weak and predictable man.

And while I watch, I'll be enjoying the USMNT's kits. One of them, anyway.

The Athletic released an interesting piece yesterday about the design process for this year's kits. Seems the players were less than thrilled by 2022's fairly basic look and wanted a say. The athletes wanted something iconic, and they wanted something they could wear with jeans to the club. Seriously.

Fair to say Nike delivered on both counts. 

The home kit is uniquely American, with the stripes of the flag waving and offering a sense of motion. I assume (hope) they'll pair it with blue shorts and white or blue socks. It's distinctive, evocative, and even fun. 

On the other hand, the away kit is much more reserved. It's a deep, near-black Navy blue with metallic stars that'll be visible up close but hard to make out at a distance. The badge and the Nike logo are designed to blend into the shirt, as well. Hoping for white shorts and matching socks for this one, which I find just okay. It'd look good with a pair of light-wash jeans, though, and it seems to be the favorite of many of the players.

86 days. Let's hope we get there.

Make America Fuck Again

In case you had any doubt about Sturgill Simpson's intent, the first track on his new record is the title of this post. The album starts strong, dirty, and slinky, and it stays in that pocket.

Simpson told everyone that he wants them to illegal stream it, and lots of someones posted it. Recorded under the name of his alter-ego, Johnny Blue Skies and the Dark Clouds, "Mutiny After Midnight" is funky and gritty, with more than a nod to the 70s, and just a tinge of country. And lots and lots of innuendo. Track four is entitled, "Stay On That D", and while it's about playing in a live band, we see what you're up to, Sturgill.

After it was leaked, it was taken down and now it's hard to find online. But I got to hear the whole thing, and as the kids say, it fucks. Listen to "Situation", which contains the lyric, "Ever since the day we met, wanna make you wet, wanna make you sweat," to my earlier point. And then go find the record in its physical form.

Gheorghasbord: Bright Spots

The times, my friends, are a bit gray and gloomy. Bleak, even. It's easy to wallow in the mire. Fortunately for you, we've got a wee bit of the tonic to help see forward to a brighter time.

Janjay Lowe was born in Monrovia, the capital of Liberia (and one of two world capitals to be named for a U.S. President, at least until Trump renames Caracas). When he was seven, he was adopted by an American family and grew up in Chattanooga, TN. In 2017, he started recording music under the name Mon Rovîa, and his sound has evolved since then to encompass a wide range of influences, including rap, R&B, trap, and more recently, folk.

I first came across him via some algorithmic magic that pushed him into my Instagram feed, and I quite dug his sound. Like the Avett Brothers and Mumford and Sons before him, I was really pleased this week to hear a band I first heard in general obscurity get a little bigger, as The Current out of Minneapolis played his music over their airwaves. Bet we hear more - this dude is dope.

Speaking of obscurity, if I gave you ten guesses, could you tell me what Bødo/Glimt is? If you know me, I suppose you might, but I bet most folks couldn't. But there's a pretty good chance Bødo will earn its way into the UEFA Champions League (UCL) quarterfinals next week.

So its a soccer club. From Norway. That over the past two months has defeated Manchester City, Atletico Madrid, Inter Milan (twice), and Sporting Club of Portugal. The most recent of those victories, 3-0 over Sporting in the first leg of their UCL Round of 16 match on Wednesday, leaves Bødo on the precipice. Win, draw, or lose by two or fewer in the return match in Lisbon next week and the Norwegians become the first team from their country to this far since Rosenborg in 1997.

The how is as interesting as the what. Most small clubs that face larger, more talented foes tend to bunker in, hope to steal one on the break or get a match to penalties. Bødo certainly understand their limitations, and they start with disciplined defense, but when they get the ball, they explode into the attack, blasting forward with as many as eight men. They scored three goals in wins over Sporting, City, and Inter (and then two in their second win). Dudes want to play. 

Here's some fan-centric video from the 8,700 or so that helped Bødo get past Sporting. It's the good shit.

Finally, a bit of personal news. Not entirely ready to call it a bright spot, but I suppose it's a light in a tunnel. My mother, and her mother before her, is very into genealogy. As a result, we can document our family's history in the United States from before the beginning. We're Mayflower folk, y'all.

Some of us were a bit squishy on that whole revolutionary fervor thing back in the day. My kin are New Englanders from way back, and some of them backed the mother country. Before and during the Revolutionary War, a handful of my crown-positive people packed their wagons and decamped to Nova Scotia, where they stayed for three generations or so.

On a parallel timeline, Canada was growing all up. Our paths crossed, legally, in December, when our neighbors to the north had a reckoning. For years, Canadian citizenship was limited to native-born folk and those one generation after. In December, though, all heck broke loose. The Canadian Supreme Court ruled that the previous rules were unconstitutional, and opened the door to new paths to citizenship for anyone that can prove direct Canadian lineage.

Friends, I can prove direct Canadian lineage, thanks to my Mom and hers. I don't necessarily want to avail myself of my newfound affinity for things maple leaf, but it's nice to know I have options. Been a big Gordon Lightfoot and Tragically Hip fan from way back, in case anyone's questioning my bona fides.

Here's a song about all the Gords - if Random Idiots were Canucks, they coulda written this one:

We're No. 69! Hoosiers Edition

“Alright, boys, this is the last shot we got. We're gonna run the picket fence at 'em. Jimmy, you're solo right. Everett, Merle should be open coming around the other side of that fence. Now, boys, don't get caught watchin' the paint dry.” Wilbur “Shooter” Flatch, “Hoosiers” 

Indiana University is on the short list of historic, blue-blood basketball programs. The Hoosiers were NCAA Tournament fixtures for decades under Bob Knight, winning three national championships and becoming a place where residents carry themselves as if the game was invented there. 

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IU’s aura dimmed in the years since, and it’s now merely a competitive program in a quality conference. The Hoosiers are squarely on the bubble precisely because of the Big Ten’s quality, not because they’ve distinguished themselves. The conference is forecast to get nine or ten teams into the NCAA field of 68, a ticklish spot for the tenth-place team. If Indiana flames out in this week’s league tournament, it will anxiously watch several other tournaments and hope that chalk mostly holds and that no low-seed champions emerge – “bid thieves” in bracketology parlance – to eliminate opportunities for bubble teams. Even then, that might not be enough to get the Hoosiers into the dance (nor should it, I would argue). 

Recent history: Indiana has made the NCAA Tournament only twice in the past decade and finished above .500 in the Big Ten just once in that span. First-year coach Darian DeVries is the latest to attempt to elevate the program to previous heights. He had a successful run at Drake in the Missouri Valley Conference, which helped him land the head gig at West Virginia in 2024. He bolted Morgantown after just one season, replacing Mike Woodson, who was turfed after four seasons and no NCAA appearances his final two years. 

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Mascot/nickname profile: “Hoosiers” refers to Indiana residents or natives and was coined in 1827, according to the state historical bureau. The first written reference is believed to have been in a John Finley poem in 1833, “The Hoosier’s Nest,” after which politicians and public officials took up the name. Other theories about the nickname origin include settler-era stories that Indiana rivermen were successful brawlers who trounced or hushed opponents and became known as “hushers” and later “hoosiers.” The term might have derived from a native word for corn – hoosa – and that rivermen who transported corn and maize were known as “hoosa men” and eventually “hoosiers.” 

Home arena: Simon Skjodt [skiddit] Assembly Hall (cap. 17,222) is an on-campus venue that opened in 1971. The pricetag at the time was $26.6 million, which equates to $225 million in 2025 dollars. The arena was known simply as Assembly Hall forever, but after a $40 million donation for upgrades and renovation from Cynthia Simon Skodjt, daughter of Indiana shopping mall magnate and Pacers owner Mel Simon, the school renamed the building in 2016. The Hoosiers are 607-142 (.810 winning percentage) in the hall. 

Notable hoops alumni: Isiah Thomas, Calbert Cheaney, Eric Gordon, Steve Alford, Scott May, Victor Oladipo, Jared Jeffries, Mike Woodson, Tom and Dick Van Arsdale, OG Anunoby, Cody Zeller, Quinn Buckner, Kent Benson. 

Current season: DeVries leaned heavily into the transfer portal in his first season. The Hoosiers (18-13, 9-11 in Big Ten) generally go eight deep and seven are upperclass newcomers, led by 6-6 wing Lamar Wilkerson (21 ppg) from Sam Houston State, 6-7 forward Tucker DeVries (13.9 ppg, 5.2 rpg), the coach’s son who came with him from Drake and West Virginia, and 6-9 forward Sam Alexis (8.8 ppg, 4.9 rpg), who played on Florida’s national title team last season. They shoot (.474 FG pct) and defend (.427 defensive FG pct) reasonably well and share the ball; sixty-three percent of their buckets are assisted. 

Reasons to believe: Decent metrics. The Hoosiers are No. 37 in NCAA Net rankings, 36th in ESPN’s Basketball Power Index, No. 41 in Ken Pomeroy’s ranking and 29th in analytics guru Bart Torvik’s rankings. They have high-end wins against Purdue and Wisconsin and no bad losses. 

Reasons to fade them: Too many losses and a poor finish. IU lost five of six down the stretch, including four by double figures, to drop from decent chance for an at-large berth to its current precarious position. Hoosiers are a meh 6-13 against Q1 and Q2 opposition. It’s all well and good that their strength of schedule is 35th, according to Pomeroy, but that’s largely due to their neighborhood; their non-conference SOS is below 300. As I’ve argued previously, a team that cannot finish at least in the top half of its conference doesn’t merit a chance to play for a natty. It's happened before and will again in the future, especially if and when the field expands. Maybe DeVries can mine the transfer portal, dole out some NIL money and get the Hoosiers back into the conference’s upper tier. Not so long ago, it would have sounded ridiculous to wonder if Indiana’s basketball program could match the success of its football program.

Pig on the Wall

Several years ago, Marls told me I was too dumb to make a podcast. He was probably right, but I proceeded anyway. I made 82 episodes of a rambling, disorganized, sometimes compelling, sometimes tangential show called We Defy Augury. 

I'm glad I did it-- but I didn't really know what I was doing, and the audio quality is inconsistent. 

I also felt like I had unconsciously duplicated my one complaint about Gheorghe: The Blog . . . I gave my project a name that is challenging to convey. 

We all know the drill: by the time you explain George the Magazine, Gheorghe Muresan, and how many "h"s are in the title of this blog, most people's eyes have glazed over. I had the same problem with We Defy Augury-- by the time I explained the Shakespearean context, the meaning of the word "augury," and the connection to my theme, people were either snoring or annoyed with my intellectual pretensions.

So my new project is going to be more organized, purposeful, and focused (but not THAT organized, purposeful, and focused-- let's be real here). 

It also has a much simpler name: Pig on the Wall. 

I made an introductory episode explaining the meaning of the title and how it connects to my theme.

Essentially, I want to tell the story of great works of art and most excellent human achievements-- and my thesis is that these accomplishments are most often in some way, shape, or form collaborative: the work of many minds from many times. So it is a podcast that celebrates cooperation, influence, human interaction, intellectual borrowing, and-- sometimes-- outright plagiarism, 

I'm also really trying to do the audio correctly-- you're supposed to use compression and normalization to get to a certain volume level (Marls could have told me this initially).

Pig on the Wall is going to be less like the typical podcast and more like Andrew Hickey's A History of Rock Music in 500 Songs. The typical podcast features two or three people talking, often intelligently or eloquently, about some topic. Hickey's podcast is painstakingly researched and contains a plethora of musical clips, woven into the narrative. He takes. along time to make each episode. This is the route I'm selecting. There are enough "smart people talking" podcasts out there. 

I wanted to start ambitiously, so right now I am in the midst of Shakespeare's Hamlet-- which is an incredibly messy collaboration between Shakespeare and a number of other authors, stretching back to a tenth-century Norse legend. If you're interested in the context and history of the play, listen to the first couple of episodes-- but they do get a bit technical. 

But my most recent episode: "Hamlet: Act Three . . . To Be or Not to Be?" is intended for general audiences. 

I do some analysis of the most famous monologue in literature, and then present a sample of the many interpretations of both the soliloquy and the following (disastrous) scene. 

Hamlet is the most produced dramatic performance in the history of film and theater. It's been enacted countless times, and there are dozens and dozens of films based on the play (including The Lion King). 

I collected a slew of my favorite productions, put them all in Logic, and then pulled out the best and most interesting moments.

I then wove these moments into my analysis. It was a pain-in-the-ass, but it was worth it. I don't think there's anything like it.

I also prompted AI to make me a logo. It was very difficult to get AI to collaborate with me-- I should have just drawn it myself. 

The logo is based on an ancient painting of a pig on a cave wall. 

This is where we started . . .

There were a lot of ugly iterations along the way-- and a bunch of five-legged pigs!-- but we eventually arrived at this:

Perhaps this is the future of collaboration?

I know my premise (and Hamlet) sounds daunting, but give it a shot. I hope you enjoy it, and I promise, there will be lighter, less literary episodes in the future! 

But first, I need to finish Hamlet. Three more episodes to go . . .

This Post Has All the Coolest Stuff!

A lawyer, who runs a bar, in OKC, that features tasteful living room areas, where people spin vinyl on vintage hifi equipment and perseverate on liner notes.  This video has all the coolest stuff!

We're No. 69! Golden Bears Edition

The Atlantic Coast Conference is in the midst of a bounce-back season in the national hoops landscape. After landing only four teams in last year’s NCAA Tournament, the lowest percentage of league representation since the tournament expanded in 1985, the conference is forecast to get eight or nine teams into this year’s 68-team field. 

Top-ranked Duke leads the way, followed by tournament “locks” Virginia, North Carolina and Louisville, as well as Clemson, N.C. State and Miami. SMU is close to solidifying an invite, which leaves Virginia Tech and Cal-Berkeley battling for a possible eighth at-large berth – or both left out, depending on results in other tournaments. 

The Golden Bears have by far the sketchier resume’, so unless they win their final two regular season games and make a deep run in the ACC Tournament, they’re likely to be among the “First Four Out” on Selection Sunday – a worthy/unworthy No. 69. Cal and Stanford and SMU came aboard the ACC two years ago in a marriage of inconvenience following the implosion of the Pac-12 and raids by the Big Ten Conference and later the Big 12. Cal and Stanford were basically set adrift, coincidentally, at the same time the ACC’s viability was in question amid realignment. Rather than see what might arise from the ashes of the Pac-12, Stanford and Cal chose a more stable, major conference path with the ACC, albeit 2,500 miles away. The new arrangement has made for some hellacious travel and challenging schedules, but everyone is copacetic – for now. 

Recent history: Cal made the NCAAs nine times in the early part of this century but hasn’t been to the tournament since 2016 and hasn’t played in postseason since 2017. The Golden Bears endured eight consecutive years of losing records until this season. Third-year coach Mark Madsen, a former Stanford star and NBA champ with the Lakers, rebuilt the program through the transfer portal and guided the Bears to their first 20-win season since 2017. Former coaches Ben Braun and Mike Montgomery regularly had the Bears in the NCAAs from the 1990s through the early 2010s. Legendary coach Pete Newell took Cal to the 1959 NCAA championship. 

Mascot/nickname profile: Golden Bears originated in 1895, when the school’s successful track team toured Midwestern and Eastern colleges. The team hung a blue banner with a golden grizzly bear, the state symbol, at meets, and the school’s teams came to be known as Golden Bears. The practice of using live bear cubs as mascots was discontinued in the 1940s, and a stuffed bear mascot named Oski was introduced. Oski the mascot was suspended for two weeks in 1990 after he threw cake at Oregon State fans, inadvertently hitting the father of Oregon State guard Gary Payton. 

Home arena: Haas Pavilion (cap. 11,858) is an on-campus arena originally opened in 1939 that underwent several renovations, most recently in the late ‘90s. It’s named for Walter Haas Jr., former president and CEO of Levi Strauss who donated $11 million toward the upgrade. 

Notable hoops alumni: Jason Kidd, Kevin Johnson, Jaylen Brown, Shareef Abdur-Rahim, Leon Powe, Lamond Murray, Tony Gonzalez (the Hall of Fame tight end played hoops at Cal in the early ‘90s). 

Current season: The Golden Bears (20-9, 8-8 ACC) are tied for eighth in the league with SMU and Florida State. Their four top scorers are all new to the program through the transfer portal, led by 6-2 junior Dai Dai Ames (16.4 ppg) from Virginia, 6-3 sophomore Justin Pippen (14.7 ppg) from Michigan, 6-8 junior John Camden (14.2 ppg) from Delaware and 6-7 senior Chris Bell (13.6 ppg) from Syracuse. They’re middle of the pack in the ACC on offense and defense and near the bottom in rebound margin. 

Reasons to believe: Limited. Twenty wins in a marquee league are notable. Respectable 6-8 record against Quad 1 and 2 opponents. Madsen has done a nice job assimilating a transfer-heavy roster. Cal is third in the conference in 3-point shooting and fourth in defending the 3. 

Reasons to fade them: Numerous. As of early March, the Bears were No. 64 in NET rankings, generally well outside the consideration zone. SMU, with whom they’re tied and recently beat head-to-head, is No. 35. Even Virginia Tech, a game back in the conference race, is No. 55. Part of the ratings discrepancy is the Bears’ dreadful non-conference strength of schedule, rated No. 328 by analytics guru Ken Pomeroy. Cal also did itself no favors last weekend with a gruesome, barely competitive loss at home to low-rated Pittsburgh. At the very least, Cal must beat Georgia Tech and Wake Forest this week to close out the regular season and find some mojo in the ACC Tournament.

Beware the Second of March, Redux

“You have to be odd to be number one.” -- Theodore Seuss Geisel

I don't know if Dave's number one, but he's got one of the prerequisites. Somehow, we managed to skip our annual celebration of the good Doctor and the good Dave the past few years. Won't happen again, not on my watch. Happy Birthday to the Davest of the Daves.

A Line in the Sand

Less than four months until the world soccer audience descends on the U.S. to celebrate the sport and crown a champion while dodging immigration police, and not everyone is thrilled. 

The five-member select board for the town of Foxboro, Mass., which must sign off on the use of Gillette Stadium for the World Cup’s Boston venue, would like answers from event organizers or world soccer’s governing body, FIFA, or anyone, really, about who’s going to foot the bill and when they might see the money. 

Gillette Stadium, home to the New England Patriots, is scheduled to host seven games during the World Cup – group stage games that will include England, France, Norway and Scotland, a round-of-32 game and a quarterfinal. Foxboro officials calculated that it will cost at least $7.8 million to cover police security and public safety costs during the tournament, a significant expense for a town of 18,000 people located 30 miles from Boston that just happens to have a professional stadium. 

A recent meeting between Foxboro officials and the CEO of the Boston host committee and FIFA’s venue operator for Boston got a little testy when board members sought answers about financial commitments and received none, according to a piece in The Athletic. As the board must grant a license for stadium events that aren’t Patriots games, vice-chair Stephanie McGowan said, “It’s going to be a flat ‘no,’ unless we know the money is there.” 

Frustration is rooted in the fact that FIFA is a multi-billion-dollar organization, as is the Kraft Group, headed by Patriots’ owner Robert Kraft, which essentially sublet the stadium to FIFA for the Cup. The Trump administration allocated $625 million to host cities for the Cup, including $46 million for Boston. Yet Foxboro board members can’t even get a straight answer about who’s covering costs, never mind a promise about when the money will hit the coffers. 

There’s no reason to think an agreement won’t be reached, but Foxboro officials’ skepticism is justified. FIFA is a Michelin star-rated extortionist that operates under the premise that cities and countries should be grateful for the association and be willing to pony up for the privilege. Under hosting contracts, FIFA typically takes all income from tickets, broadcast deals, in-stadium sponsorships and even parking fees, The Athletic reports. Host cities are responsible for public safety and security, as well as medical services and fire protection and transportation and police escorts for teams and referees and FIFA prez Gianni Infantino and his entourage. In return, FIFA touts the alleged economic benefits that accrue from fans and visitors flooding an area as more than offsetting costs – a dubious proposition for a small town with limited amenities in which many people will drive in for the game and leave immediately thereafter. 

As for Federal money covering costs, the Foxboro board is rightly suspicious, as well. That money is being administered through a depleted Federal Emergency Management Agency (FEMA) and the Department of Homeland Security, with everything running through Toxic Barbie Kristi Noem. Ask residents of western North Carolina how efficiently FEMA distributes funds, as many of them are still waiting for relief after Hurricane Helene hit there in the fall of 2024. 

Granted, money might be more readily available for a world stage event in major cities than for suffering small town folks, but if you’re Foxboro, should you assume such things? “We’re not prepared to issue this license unless everything is in place,” McGowan said in the Athletic piece. “I’ve seen people say, ‘Oh, there’s no way they won’t.’ But I am going to tell you: this board will not issue this license. I don’t feel like we’re getting the answers.” 

The board set a March 17 deadline for issuing the license, saying they need the lead-in time to set schedules and secure personnel. FIFA requires that venues be secured for all 39 days of the tournament, not just the seven game days, so costs add up and small town resources are stretched thin unless they receive outside assistance. “How does anybody expect that we would (front the money) for someone (FIFA) who’s coming into our town for 39 days, making all these demands, and then you guys go away?” McGowan said. “We cannot do that to our taxpayers. We would not be responsible.” Responsibility. Holding people accountable. Not automatically caving to moneyed interests. Novel concepts in this day and age.