The following are some reflections by SNAP fellow Cody Hooks on using the World Cup as an analogy for politics:
So there is this popular game called soccer, and here are the things I know about it: 1) I’m in the minority of progressives in this country that aren’t soccer fans, 2) Podolski was the best looking player on the German team, and 3) much to my country’s dismay, Spain, not the good ol’ U.S of A, won the World Cup. While my understanding of this promising sport is quite obviously limited, watching a few games with my fellow campaigners has given me insight the likes of Franklin Foer, and that is that soccer can serve as a good explanation for a campaign.
In soccer, I see three essential components: the fans, the players, and the game itself. Now before you crazed soccer players and avid ESPN watchers start at me, let me explain myself. The Game is like the campaign. Every few years the previous victor has to go back and face off against old challengers and new faces on a leveled playing field. Sometimes, that previous victor has some significant assets, be it skills, an ingenious coach, or in the realm of campaigns, name recognition and money. It’s an uphill battle, but often times, something surprising happens, conventional wisdom is thrown out the widow, and the underdog gets to the final match up. Enter the Marshall campaign.
Secondly, take a look at any campaign team and you’ll see it’s a lot like a World Cup match. It appears chaotic. People are running all over the place, getting sweaty, tiered, and frustrated. Often times, emotions run high, like when you get that first goal, or run-off victory. Yet, somewhere in the bedazzling mess, an order emerges—a plan, perhaps even … a field plan (pun intended). Eventually, you come to realize that those guys on the ground aren’t rowdy kids running around the schoolyard, but focused and passionate individuals trained to produce victory. We: the field organizers, campaign managers, finance team, and interns, are part of something more than superficial confusion.
I suppose here is where the analogy fails. In soccer, the team wins it. It is the culmination of their skill, their coaching, and their shear dumb luck that grants them bragging rights and the golden idol that is the World Cup. In a campaign, however, it’s the soccer hooligans that make history. While many people don’t care and some are only passionless observers, those crazed, nationalistic wig-wearing few are to note. Their faces aren’t painted with black and blue and yellow, but with a big smile as they make the calls and knock on doors: an emblematic chest traded in for a lapel sticker, and the vuvuzela for a phone. They rally the troops, so to speak, get folks excited, and cheer and cry and carry on up until the very end. They don’t win soccer games, but they do win elections. And it is their zealotry and participation that makes for a dramatic finish. The candidate does his or her job and the field does their job, but it takes that added enthusiasm from the citizenry to finally pull off something remarkable.
The game between Burr and Marshall has started, with November so far yet so close. The stakes are high and the pressure is deafening, but I have faith that Elaine and our team, and our supporters’ grit, determination, and passion for true progress with prove enough to take the election. It’s not a golden soccer ball, but the prize looks awfully good from here…