Detroit City FC is turning pro in August, but in the more immediate future, there remains one last romp through the league where the club has made its name, the NPSL.
There are some good aspects to the league, some bad, but it’s always been a bottomless reservoir of entertainment.
One of the great things about the league is its low barrier to entry; City was founded for roughly ten thousand dollars in 2012. That could also be seen as a negative – for every DCFC or Chattanooga there are several Pensacola Cities or Zanesvilles – but having an open market for low-budget clubs to give it their best shot is badly needed in the highly stratified, closed system of US Soccer.
The NPSL serves as an incubator for clubs with new ideas and different philosophies, and its decentralized nature allows them to grow and progress however they see fit. For the most part, the quality shines through while incompetence crashes and burns.
The constant churn of clubs coming and going has made for some weird divisional alignments and playoff quirks over the years, but for all of the NPSL’s flaws and inadequacies, it’s provided a wealth of delightful absurdity.
It would be impossible for me to provide a comprehensive list, so the following examples are limited to those involving City. Some I experienced in person, and some were lived vicariously through various media and secondhand accounts:
(1) The 2013 regular season opener in Berkley against FC Sparta Michigan. Before the match, Sparta issued a laundry list of items that would not be allowed into the stadium, some of which were reasonable (guns), and some which were head-scratchers (confetti). City supporters were subjected to invasive pat-downs…
…delaying their entry into the stands, and a group of police cruisers circled the stadium for the duration of the match, presumably to deter the villainous Northern Guard from its typical activities of arson, terrorism, and pushing old ladies down flights of stairs. Despite the extra security measures, copious amounts of confetti were smuggled in and freely dispersed into the air. City won 5-1, prompting me to dub it the Mother’s Day Massacre™.
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