World Cup: As the French team gets their collective panties in a bunch and Sarkozy has to delve into a team’s folly to avoid national embarrassment, I am reminded why I have never warmed to soccer beyond a few years ago when the University of Portland Pilots’ women’s team ruled college soccer.

Anymore, I cannot trust any of it (team sports). Team sports mostly seem over hyped and the individual, physical abilities are lost. Now that Tiger has fallen and Lance is suspect, what is left of my individual athletes I enjoyed? Well, for me, Rugby, a team sport. My kid played it for four years. Four years of wondering if his brain pan would ever survive. The verdict is still out on that one. I rarely get to see it. I caught a bit of Cal dominating the college championships, yet again. Every now and then there will be a brief glimpse of a rugby match on the television.

Nope, you can’t advocate it for all the little tykes of earnest, pressed yuppies. Nope, it will never have the massive U.S. following of football. But, every now and then if you come across it…set your mind to neutral and watch a bit of it. Even if you don’t root for the All Blacks, South Africa or Ireland or whom ever…give it it’s due. Even there, there are French men that are not sissy’s.