In December, we all found out that Houston was getting a Major League Soccer team. I was very excited at the prospect of getting to watch some good soccer on a regular basis. San Jose retained the “Earthquakes” name, so the Houston team would get something new. Something cool. Something great, right?
Houston 1836.
That’s the name, er, the number, of the new soccer team.
Houston 1836.
In some backwards attempt to commemorate the history of the city by naming the team after the year in which it was founded (also the year of the Alamo — which, as Doug pointed out, the Texans lost — and the Battle of San Jacinto), I think Houston has just given itself the honor of having the team with the dumbest name in the entire freaking country. People in San Jose seem to agree: “We’ve all heard the legend of General Sam Houston crossing the ball to Davy Crockett, who removed the coonskin cap long enough to launch a header toward the far post.” Yeah.
(Thanks Laurie for the link.)
whaaaat? is that for real?
great self portrait btw on the photoblog
Afraid so, Cassie! Houston 1836.
Hahaha! That is definitely the lamest name I have ever heard. Though the Bobcats name (after the owner Bob) is lame too, at least it is a *name*. Gooooo 1836!?!?!
haha… sarah. I’m glad you liked the link, but I have to admit I don’t hate the name. I’m mostly ambivalent about it. I definitely don’t think it needs all the hand wringing and frothing at the mouth that is going on in some quarters. In that instance I find the whole thing entertaining. Unnecessary, but entertaining none the less.
I like the name. Better than the Stanford Cardinal.