My Ears Hurt

I don't usually do requests, but...

A few weeks ago I showed up at BMO field to be confronted by the very confusing site of the Barenaked Ladies wandering around the pitch. I thought maybe they were just there to do the national anthems - which they did without undue butchery.

But, as it turned out, they were also there to release a new song. One about TFC.

No, really.

They gave it a once-through, and by the time they'd finished the first chorus: "T is for Toronto, F is for Football, C is for the Club that we la-la-la-la love", my (admittedly somewhat jaded) ten year-old had gone as contemputously bug-eyed and slack-jawed as humanly possible.

"Oh. My. God," he said, as slowly as he could. "Worst. Song. Ever."

But, as it turns out, he was speaking prematurely. For the TFC tune was actually part of an Adidas promotional campaign where different bands made up cheezy songs for every team in the league.

No, really.

The efforts range from the barely respectable (Dallas) to the unbearably execrable (Toronto is bad, but Salt Lake is far worse), with a heavy emphasis on the latter.

But the fact that anyone connected to the league thought this was a good idea is cause for utter despair. It's as if the MLS actually wants people to think that the sport is as plastic as its pitches.

Listen and weep.