Summary: <p>In this lively rendition, the World Cup gets the medieval treatment, a recent trip to Nats park reveals which parts of the game that had nothing to do with winning or losing were the most appealing, and a jingle reemerges to launch a back-and-forth about how a sport shouldn’t try to control the reality around itself, like football does by invading every corner of your life, or in DC and the Nats trying to build a resplendent neighborhood around its stadium in time for the All-Star game and falling well short. I smell the putrid scent of football’s dirty mitts in this disgrace–repugnant!</p>
