Quality control

Yesterday, on my way into the city, I was listening to the morning DJ's here in Iceland, having a conversation not terribly unlike one someone might hear in the States: a discussion of getting together the best players for a team. But, as one of the commentators pointed out, this is particularly challenging in such a small country. His co-hosts pretended not to know what he meant at first, so he expounded on the point, that the odds of having enough really good players within a narrow age span, all of them having good coaches their whole career, to be able to field a really World-Class team, was just extremely unlikely to ever happen in Iceland. The co-hosts laughed uncomfortably, and then told him that the idea was to try to be optimistic on that fine Saturday morning, to be in fact nationalistic. This is where the conversations definitely steered away from its American model. 

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