The Kings of Seventeenth Place

Three years ago, when my grade-school-age sons began playing soccer seriously—by which I mean when I began coaching their Sunday-league team, and took it too seriously—they told me that they wanted to call our team Sunderland, after the reliably abysmal Premier League team. I asked why. “Because they’re the best of the worst, dad!” one said.

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