Soccer….Family Style

Many of you who know me through soccer don’t know that I own a baby/children’s store, Simply for Giggles, which has it’s own blog. It’s pretty rare that I get to write about a topic that’s appropriate for both of my blogs, but every once in a while, my worlds collide. And so it was one lazy Sunday on July 25th when I got a text from one of my soccer travel buddies that said “Get in Twitter right now and school Beasley on nursing in public.” It’s rare that my loves of natural parenting and soccer collide with such force, but USMNT player Damarcus Beasley has become the next soccer player featured in my blogs.

Let me preface by saying Beasley was at one point my husband’s favorite player. He has a Beasley jersey that has the letters almost worn off it. I’m more of a Clint Dempsey girl, myself, but Beasley gets (more than?) his fair share of hero worship at our house. So of course I couldn’t resist running to Twitter to see what was going on. At 2:33 he posted “WOW!! I’m at Benihana restaurant RIGHT now and the lady in front of me is Breast feeding her child at the table????? Is that normal ladies??”

Now that’s a reasonable question, to which I could have responded “Well, you’re eating there…seems normal to me” or some other lighthearted response. But he went on “I’m tryin to eat! I’m seriously lookin at this ladies boob while she feeding her son.. No blanket nothing.. Jus out in open! C’mon now!” And that’s where I have to get off the US Soccer bus and go off.

I’ve been a nursing mom for a total of 4-1/2 years, and I’ve only been called out once in the hundreds of public places I’ve breastfed my kids (including several soccer stadiums! Bonus points if you were at Gold Cup in 2003 and were part of the “Soccer Baby” chant…that was my daughter).  Now keep in mind, I own a children’s store, so it’s really not in my best interest to cause a scene, and I often use the Bebe Au Lait Hooter Hiders or Moby Wraps we sell to stealth feed, but I also know that the time I got called out in the middle of Granite City, you could literally see none of my body. But someone apparently became uncomfortable with the idea that he might see me, and asked the manager to speak to me. I remember it was mortifying until I had my husband take a photo of me so I could see that there was nothing offensive going on.

Now, I realize that there is a huge range of what possibly happened at the restaurant where Beasley was eating. Maybe this woman was intentionally stretching her exhibitionist wings and really was creating a scene, but I kind of doubt it. There are far easier ways to show yourself off than breastfeeding. And with the rates of American women who breastfeed far below desired numbers, it would be nice if sports stars and role models could do something to make Americans as comfortable around breastfeeding as they are watching the game at Hooters.

I know, it’s a stretch. But certainly we can aspire to the day when Beasley and other sports stars just leave a breastfeeding mama alone, even if they can’t tweet “Saw a mama breastfeeding at _________. So cool that she’s doing that for her baby.” We could gt US Soccer to do a promo that all women nursing at US Soccer  games (hey, I know I have and I know I’m not the only one!) get an autographed jersey. For now, I’ll be satisfied with the fact that DMB tweeted something directly to me. It may have said “Calm down” but all I saw was @tanyakeith, a big moment for me as a US Soccer supporter, regardless of content.

If you watched the World Cup game on ABC, you may have heard the commentators debating the appropriateness of the stadium crowd booing.  Uruguay’s Suarez, the player who’s handball denied a late goal that would have allowed Ghana to advance instead of Uruguay. It’s a debate taking place on Twitter, my facebook wall, but fortunately, my husband and I agree on this one.

If you traveled to South Africa this year, you couldn’t miss the “Africa United” campaign, which I think is great. Judging by the fans reaction, I’d say this was a successful attempt to unite African nations to feel like all of Africa was hosting, and all of Africa would cheer for African teams. You could certainly feel South Africa’s adoration for Ghana in the stadium during #RSA, I mean #GHA vs #USA.

And if you’re like me, you liked the booing. I like virtually any unified fan response. As the former player commentators (Harkes, Lalas) both came out in support of the booing. Suarez is a big boy, and he’s a professional player, it’s not like he’s going to be harmed by knowing the home crowd didn’t like him. This was a sustained, dedicated fan response that didn’t involve a vuvuzela. The only way this could be improved for me is if they had written a song about Suarez and sung it all game.

But if you’re not like me, answer me this: You’ve NEVER booed at the sports game? Never done a cheer or song that was less than positive? Never done the goal kick hum followed by “Your socks have holes!” (That’s what they’re shouting, right mama?) If that’s the case, than you can argue against me. If you can’t say that, then it’s time to leave your glass house.

Still on my Blackberry with no wifi, but I must share how amazing the last 30 hours have been. I have been following US Soccer since 1993 when US played Germany in Chicago. I’ve been to every World Cup since 1994. I’m used to being the joke of the Cup, losing in some cases, winning lucky in others.

But last night, the US wrapped up the first round undefeated and on top of the group. I expected us to make the Round of 16, so it’s taken a while for the awesome wonder of it all to hit me.

It started to become clear to me today watching YouTube videos of the victory and celebration. It really was such a great night!

Then we went to breakfast, and South Africans were high fiving us and congratulating us. Later, at the mall back in Joburg, you would have thought we were celebrities for how excited people were to talk to us.

But it wasn’t until I got to the Zoo Lake Bowling Club to watch the game tonight that I realized how big this really is. I met an Italian, and I was talking to him about the crazy world it is where Italy and France go home, and the US advance to top of their group.
He stopped me and starting speaking at length about the US, our players, and how much he respects our coach. Italians respect our coach? I teared up a little.

A little later, a fan from Argentina grabbed my hand and said “Congratulations, the US is really a great team.” South Africans wanted photos with us all night, and everyone commented on how much heart the US has. Then, I watched the YouTube video of fan reactions around the world.

My husband and I have talked often about what it would take for soccer to get big in America. I thought it would be in 2022 when (maybe) the US gets to host the World Cup again. Now that I’m here with so many American who came all the way to South Africa for their first Cup, I see that we’ve come so much farther than I ever dreamt possible in the four years since Germany. It’s a great time to love soccer in the USA.

You can get into trouble pretty quickly in South Africa. We somehow got off the road we were supposed to be on, and even when we stiopped for directions, we got misinformation, although in the guy we asked’s defense, he looked pretty shocked that a car full of white people was in his part of rural Africa, let alone asking him for directions.

By the time we stopped and asked again it was sundown and we were at least ninety minutes off course. We had a few moments of panic. as we tried to find someone to ask for help. We found a police station, but it was behind barbed wire and looked very closed up for Saturday evening. We drove a little further and found a gas station and decided to stop and ask for directions at our own risk.

It turned into a lesson in South African helpfulness. The gas station attendant was in appropriately dirty clothes with very crooked or missing teeth, and he spoke what initially seemed to be simple, heavily accented English. It looked dubious at best that we would get reliable directions from this guy, but we were out of other options. We showed him where we were trying to get and started working through the communication of where we were and where we were trying to get. It was at that moment that he did one of the most reassuring things he could have done: he pulled out a Blackberry.

I’m not sure I can describe to you how out of place a Blackberry looked at the roadside gas station with pumps I haven’t seen since the 1970’s and this man that looked more back country than techie. It was definitely a defining this is Africa moment for me, and a lesson in not only willingness to help but also how technologically advanced South Africans are, even in little Baltimore, South Africa.

We got ourselves some old school turn by turn directions, the kind you write on a piece of paper, bought some gas and headed off into the night. Driving in South African countryside is not really something I recommend you do, since it’s pitch black dark with no lights and very few places along the way that you could ask for help if you ran into trouble. We got to see an amazing porcupine getting back on the road, and arrived not too long after the rest of our group, but it was dicey there for a while.

Ellis Park, like most stadiums, isn’t in the greatest neighborhood in Johannesburg, but what we’ve found is that security concerns were greatly overplayed. In reality, big city street sense is all you’ll need: travel in groups, protect your belongings, pay attention to your surroundings.

We did the Park and Walk lot and walked back to our car after dark with a group of about 12. We took our time and stopped to support a local school’s cookout fundraiser and someone’s front yard BBQ. We tried South African sausage and Bunny Chow (basically a bread bowl filled with curried meat and veggies).

I have to think you’re missing out if you do the “completely safe” South Africa. The locals are so happy we are here and they want us to come back. They make a convincing argument to make a return trip.

I’ll have a full length post when I can get wifi, but I have to share a few quick thoughts from my Blackberry (thanks Verizon!)

First, last night’s match was fantastic. It’s the first time in my 24 caps that I remember being at a World Cup game with a pro US crowd. The South African students opposite our section where excited, dancing and cheering through the match (even when Americans couldn’t).

The video of me that was broadcast showed me making the “I love you” sign wasn’t for the USMNT (although I do) http://twitpic.com/1xu6np. It was for the South African students opposite us in the corner. They have been the most supportive hosts I’ve seen at a Cup.

Second, this was the first time I’ve seen practically a whole side of American fans. Is it possible that we’ve finally reached the moment when soccer is more than a boutique sport in the US? Judging by the number of first timers at this cup, I’d say it’s entirely possible.

However, we haven’t reached the time when the US clears the first round without controversy. I’ll post my thoughts on referees as part of the game when I get to wifi, but in short, it’s a shame when a referee impacts the outcome of a game, it’s criminal when he may affect the outcome of a tournament. Hopefully, justice will be served and the US will advance in spite of the referee from last night.

That’s all until later…we’re off to 3 days safari!