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发表于 2013-12-8 21:35:06
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Article 1(Check the title later)
THE NEXT TRULY GREAT WORLD CUP?
DECEMBER 6, 2013
BY KANISHK THAROOR
[Limber Up]
Six months ahead of the first match of the 2014 World Cup—Croatia vs. Brazil, on June 12th in São Paulo—the shape of the tournament zoomed into view on Friday with the much-hyped televised draw that determines the fixtures of the contest’s opening-group stage. Fans around the world watched nervously, as if awaiting a verdict. Landing in an “easy” group offers the tantalizing prospect of a long World Cup run; a bad draw can puncture a team’s ambitions before the tournament has even begun. For a few unlucky countries, that sense of doom is already overwhelming.
FIFA, soccer’s incorrigible and gargantuan global governing body, designed the draw ceremony, in Bahia, as a massive media spectacle, with gleaming presenters and musical acts strutting on a stage better suited to the MTV Video Music Awards. The glitz belied the otherwise plodding mechanics of the event, which simply sorted the thirty-two qualifying teams into eight groups of four. Each team plays the other three in its group, and the top two of each foursome advance to the next round.
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Soccer’s Anglosphere was dealt a particularly harsh hand. England, Australia, and the United States find themselves in very tough groups, pitted against the powerhouses Italy, Spain, the Netherlands, Uruguay, and Germany. In England, home to a reliable quadrennial cycle of overinflated World Cup expectations, a deep fatalistic gloom set in minutes after the draw. Seventy per cent of Guardian readers in an online poll don’t expect England to advance beyond the group stage. As the ESPN journalist Iain Macintosh quipped, “Many of us are already drunk.”
Every World Cup draw produces one particularly competitive set of teams, invariably dubbed the “Group of Death” by soccer’s chattering classes. But this year, with one of the strongest fields in recent memory, the draw has put forth three possibly fatal groups. In Group B, Spain, the defending champions, will play both the Netherlands—a rematch of the last World Cup final—and a talented Chilean side; the Spanish are by no means guaranteed an easy path to the round of sixteen. Italy, the 2006 champions, will have to negotiate both England and the powerful Uruguayan squad in Group D. And the United States is stranded in Group G, with the brilliant Germans and a Portuguese team led by one of soccer’s superstars, the flamboyant Cristiano Ronaldo.
Elsewhere, observers will find no shortage of subplots, both national and personal. Can Belgium, blessed with an exceedingly skillful (and strikingly multicultural) generation of players, overcome their typical failures of mental strength to leave a mark on the international stage? Who will win the contest of the Boateng brothers? Jérôme, who plays for Germany, and Kevin-Prince, who chose to play for Ghana, face off in the first round. How will the Croatian citizen Eduardo da Silva fare against the country of his birth and upbringing, Brazil?
The hosts enter the tournament as one of its favorites: they will be aided, in their quest for a first World Cup triumph on home soil, by a manageable draw. The lottery has also been kind to Brazil’s neighbor and archrival, Argentina, who are expected to easily dispatch Iran (minnows), Bosnia-Herzegovina (débutantes), and Nigeria (uncertain quantities).
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With the draw complete, pundits and commentators have begun to map out their predictions for the tournament’s early stages, and set up hypothetical brackets for the single-elimination round of sixteen that follows. The statistics swami Nate Silver, newly employed at ESPN, has already produced his own quantitative analysis, based on a “Soccer Power Index,” which he has used to plot each team’s probability of advancing. Unlike most American sports, soccer does not generate the voluminous pile of numbers, nor the habits of statistical analysis, native to baseball or football. Soccer fans, judging by early responses to Silver’s predictions, find it strange to see their fluid and mercurial game dissected with decimal precision.
Twenty-three of the world’s top twenty-five teams will travel to Brazil next year—a rarity, given the arduous routes to qualification in each continent, and the allocation of slots to traditionally weaker soccer regions like Asia. As a result, soccer fans are hopeful that next year’s competition will rival the 1986 tournament, held in Mexico, considered by rough consensus to have been the last truly great World Cup.
Not since 1994, when the World Cup was played in the United States, has the tournament been staged across such enormous distances. The twelve stadiums where games will be played are scattered throughout Brazil’s diverse climactic zones, in areas both rural and urban. Playing in steamy equatorial Bahia, for example, may pose challenges for European teams that the cooler air of Porto Alegre will not. In the lead-up to today’s draw, team managers fretted as much about the venues where their teams would play as they did about their prospective opponents.
A stray comment earlier this week from England’s coach, Roy Hodgson, who said he hoped not to play in the stifling tropical heat of Manaus—the Amazon jungle down that is by far the tournament’s most remote venue—has already set off controversy. The city’s mayor, Arthur Virgílio Neto, replied that he also wanted the English to stay away: “We hope to get a better team, and a coach who is more sensible and polite.” Neither man got his wish: England will play their first match of the World Cup against Italy in Manaus, where Neto has nevertheless promised to surprise Hodgson “with the hospitality of the Amazonian people.
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Source: New Yorker
http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/sportingscene/2013/12/the-next-truly-great-world-cup.html
Article 2(Check the title later)
You Did Not See Mommy Kissing Santa Claus
By Elizabeth Weingarten
DEC. 7 2013 7:16 A
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It happens sooner or later for every kid: Someone spills the beans about Santa Claus. In 2011, Elizabeth Weingarten confessed that in third grade, she revealed the truth about Santa to a classmate. Out of guilt, she tracked down her young friend to make sure she hadn’t ruined Christmas forever. The original piece is reprinted below. Also, read Stephen Tobolowsky on discovering that Santa isn't real.
On Nov. 29, exactly 26 days before Christmas, a Chicago TV news anchor and a second-grade teacher in New York revealed the truth behind one of society’s most pervasive lies. The anchor broadcast the painful facts on the 9 o’clock news; the teacher broke the news to her students during a geography lesson. The anchor was deluged with irate responses and apologized for her “callous” act on-air the following evening. The teacher’s words caused “a blizzard of outrage” at George W. Miller Elementary School, where her actions are now being “addressed internally.”
What, exactly, was the appalling crime of these two women? They both denied the existence of Santa Claus. Now, they’re paying for it.
I feel their pain.
I was 8 the first—and only—time I spoiled Santa for a believer. My parents had come clean about the Santa myth to me a year or two earlier because I was offended that the jolly geezer didn’t care about me, a Christmas carol-singing Jew from the northern Chicago suburbs. Why did he only leap down the chimneys of my Christian friends? What had I done to deserve this prejudicial treatment? My parents finally cracked, and I was relieved. My friends weren’t more special than me after all!
I knew, of course, that most kids my age were not privy to this knowledge. Possessing the secret made me feel deliciously superior. I understood the cruel, complicated world a little better than my third-grade buddies. Unfortunately, my newfound sophistication didn’t enhance my secret-keeping abilities.
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During one December art class, groups gathered around long, paint-splattered tables, coloring with broken crayons and chewed markers. I had somehow snagged a spot at a table with the popular third-grade girls. One of them, Jacqueline, was decorating a letter she’d written to Santa Claus.
Why was she wasting her time with correspondence for an imaginary man when she could be drawing something productive, like a half-person, half-dragon? (I loved drawing those.) Should I tell her what I knew so she could begin a more meaningful art project? Suddenly, it seemed silly to conceal this bit of wisdom. Spilling the secret would be a public service, I imagined. In fact, sharing the information might make me cooler—like the kids who learned the meanings of swear words before everyone else.
“You know there is no Santa Claus, right?”
Instantly, my cheeks burned as I realized I had committed a grievous wrong. So great was my shame that it’s blocked out any memory of how, exactly, Jacqueline reacted. All I recall is wishing I could dissolve into metallic goo and seep away through a hole in the ground, a la Alex Mack. I shouldn’t have told her!
I’ve felt guilty about it ever since. Each year, around Christmas, I recall the events of that afternoon and wonder: Did my gaffe kill part of her hopeful, glittering soul? Does she think of me each year by the Christmas tree, her eggnog made bitter by the memory of the day I took an ax to her childish sense of awe and wonder? How often did kids spoil Santa for their classmates?
For the first questions, I turned to Facebook. I sent Jacqueline a message, then waited anxiously for her reply. For the last one, I called my old elementary school teachers.
My second-grade teacher, Robin Bell, put the episode into perspective. “I think maybe you’ve exaggerated it in your mind,” she offered. She’s watched kids hear the truth before, but it has “never destroyed anyone.” Just a few days ago, during a geography lesson on why magnets work, a kid announced that the North Pole is where Santa lives. Another student spat back, “There is no Santa!”
"I was like, ‘Well, that’s what some people think, but there could be a Santa! You never know!’ ” Bell recalled. The child, she said, looked quizzical. Not distraught. The Santa reveal, she said, is less of a problem these days, “because kids are more savvy and sophisticated. They aren’t quite as protected. I think there is less belief in things like that.”
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Not so, said my fourth-grade teacher, JoAnn Tennenbaum. Kids still believe. The 30-year teaching veteran has taught many classes split along Santa-belief party lines. To avoid the tension, she sidesteps the subject. But certain topics are Santa minefields. One year, while discussing a charity project, which involved purchasing Christmas presents for poor families, one student asked a logical question: Why did he need to buy gifts for the poor kids? Wouldn’t Santa take care of that? Tennenbaum was stunned. The poor children don’t have mom and dad presents to supplement Santa’s, she sputtered. And Santa could only bring those kids one or two gifts.
But even the occasional verbal slip-up does little to erode a kid’s ironclad belief. When kids argue about the old man’s existence, zealots tend to distrust the deniers, Tennenbaum says. It’s tougher than you’d think to shake the faith.
So maybe there was hope that I hadn’t destroyed Jacqueline’s childhood. When I saw her reply in my inbox a couple days later, I clicked anxiously. “To be honest,” she wrote, “I have zero recollection of that happening.” A different girl, Carolyn, broke the devastating news, she said. “But maybe it was me who you told and I just blocked it out? Maybe … I just didn’t believe you?”
She didn’t believe me? All those years of guilt for nothing? But apparently, while my Santa denial was merely hearsay, Carolyn had visual evidence to back up her claim. She’d gone to the bathroom in the middle of the night and seen her parents setting up gifts. “She told me in a sort of ‘oh no, I didn't mean to see but I did ...’ kind of way. We were both so horrified!”
Discovering the truth about Santa doesn’t destroy a childhood—it just propels kids forward on the path to adulthood. Jacqueline got over the loss of her fantasy gift-giver. “I don't ever remember it being super traumatic or scarring,” she told me. “I definitely remember feeling older and wiser now that I knew Santa wasn't real.”
It seems like it’s the parents who really have a tough time. They’re the ones who wrote in to the Chicago news anchor, the ones who demanded the New York elementary school take action. Even my mother, well after admitting the truth about Santa, kept the Tooth Fairy alive as long as she could (until I woke to find her slipping a silver dollar under my pillow). “It was one of the last vestiges of your childhood,” she told me.
Maybe the person I should’ve apologized to was Jacqueline’s mom
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Source: Slate
http://www.slate.com/articles/life/holidays/2011/12/spoiling_santa_claus_on_ruining_christmas_for_a_third_grader_.single.html
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