Shane Smith doesn’t usually take the easy route. Kind of a hipster Richard Engel-Christiane Amanpour hybrid, the co-founder of VICE Magazine can easily get you nodding, laughing or dropping your jaw at his audacious attempts to uncover stories off the beaten path. Once you start watching his VICE Guides to places the State Department probably suggests you should avoid, it’s hard to stop watching.

So it shouldn’t come as a surprise that listening to Smith recount tales from his adventures is fascinating. But a recent, relatively innocuous-seeming comment made me flinch. Waxing lyrical about the various levels of hell he’s visited, Smith said that there are no cell phones or internet in the Congo, which is mind blowing if you think about it – a massive country, the size of the United States east of the Mississippi River, cut off from all modern forms of communication, internally and with the rest of the world. That’s eerie.

But there’s a small problem with his statement. It’s simply not true. I’ve used and seen people use both of these modern luxuries in the Congo. In fact, I received a text from a friend in the Congo a few hours ago. Are these luxuries widely accessible to all? Attempting to answer that question will probably give you a more accurate portrayal of cell phone and internet availability in the Congo.

When Smith dons his VICE Guide hat, he is in the business of selling hell. And that’s not necessarily a bad thing. Smith produces much-needed, in-depth stories that few outlets seem interested in or willing to pursue. He has profiled a former warlord/cannibal-turned-preacher (General Butt Naked) in Liberia to give insight into the transitional nation, uncovered North Korean labor camps in Russia, and provided a rare and surreal look behind the North Korean curtain. He takes you into hearts of darkness that most people will never encounter. But it is precisely the remoteness of Smith’s subjects and the lack of access to stories for comparison purposes that make the accuracy of his presentations so disproportionately important, especially when compared to stories that receive endless mainstream coverage from outlets around the world.

When it comes to peddling despair or highlighting the ignored, precision matters. That is particularly true when coverage of a story is sparse. I point this out not to question Smith’s broader integrity. His work offers unique insights and raises many legitimate questions. But it was Smith’s single characterization of the Congo that triggered a series of thoughts about the presentation of Africa, accuracy, nuance, and, of course, soccer.

There’s a narrative when it comes to Africa that consistently focuses on negativity. Things are broken, systems are corrupt, Nigerians send bogus emails. Then there’s the overarching, constant quest for development that consistently frames fifty-four nations as a pained, huddled collective, always needing, perpetually chasing the standards of developed nations, forever walking around frowning. There are elements of truth to these characterizations, but told alone, they paint a picture that makes perfectly intelligent people draw some utterly ridiculous conclusions.

Two years ago, the 27th African Cup of Nations was held in Angola. It seemed as if more people were paying attention than in previous years, probably because less than five months later, South Africa was to host the continent’s first World Cup. With South Africa as the backdrop, safety quickly became the topic du jour, and Angola became the international test run for a tournament in South Africa, a country that has some shared history, but otherwise has about as much in common with Angola as Mexico does with Jamaica.

And then the incident happened.

Gunmen opened fire on the Togolese team bus en route to the site of their opening match. Two members of the Togolese party and the Angolan bus driver were killed and several players suffered injuries of varying degrees. It was a tragic, shocking and thoroughly depressing situation. But so was the reaction in many quarters.

The South Africa pivot was immediate. See? I knew it was dangerous down there. The connections were made. Questions were asked. “AFRICA! is dangerous” was the underlying theme, which fits nicely with the panoply of go-to African characterizations: hungry, poor, backward, etc.

These types of lazy characterizations result in a loss of nuance, most criminally perpetuated by those who get paid to report and inform yet seem to have little insight or worry about the effect their lazy aggregation of thoughts and words might have on their audience. Hearing people say things like Angola shouldn’t have hosted the African Cup of Nations because of violence in Cabinda, or that South Africa had questions to answer because of violence in Angola makes it easy to recognize how simple it is to paint monolithic pictures of vast regions, and how these portrayals over time can subconsciously influence or reinforce readers’ ideas on topics that go well beyond sport-related banter.

There are real repercussions for this kind of laziness. Reinforced narratives can take decades, if not longer, to unpack and rectify. Short and long-term damage can be inflicted on economies, national image, and individual self-confidence. And the manifestations of these narratives travel. The narratives can be the source of frustration for foreigners and people with noticeable foreign affiliation in many countries who have to repeatedly contend with ignorant characterizations of their people and homelands. They can partially explain why you can hardly have a conversation about South Africa without getting the sense that people think the place is like Vietnam in the 1960s with a better domestic wine selection. They also can explain the reaction that too easily conflated Cabinda with Angola.

But to only highlight the ignorant is slightly unfair. For instance, there was a quick backlash against the uninformed portrayal of the attack in Cabinda. One appeared here, but they were everywhere, from Time Magazine to The Guardian to The Telegraph. The prevalence of rebuttals to the ignorance raises some interesting questions: Does a high rate of rebuttal reflect an initial lack of responsible reporting? Are there stories and nuanced characterizations to proactively tell on the front end to challenge some of these simplistic, reflexive notions that are still all too common? Outside the lines, do sports writers even have a responsibility to the environment that affords them a living?

Perhaps the African Cup of Nations can play a role in painting a more dynamic picture of a continent that is far removed, geographically and contextually, from so many around the world. With every tournament, more eyes are paying attention. The spectrum of stories to tell is endless, and the tournament writes many of the stories itself. Instead of repeatedly seeing Africans in conflict, we see them playing together. Northern Africans aren’t always involved in a tussle as we saw when Moroccan and Tunisian players attended mosque together prior to their opening match. We have seen imagery of players, often from a diverse spectrum of religions and ethnic groups, competing and celebrating as a collective. Sudan just made it out of the group stages. Sure, for good reason, Sudan has been the source of plenty of negative headlines over the years (Darfur and Sudanese President al-Bashir openly mocking his arrest warrant from the International Criminal Court come to mind), but when is the last time Sudan (not South Sudan) and anything pertaining to joy has been in the news? The beauty is there if you have an interest in seeing it, but it is almost as if we’ve been conditioned to look past it as if on a constant hunt for misery.

Sometimes hell is hell, but other times hell is just a sliver of reality. Sometimes you say a place is dangerous when only part of a place is dangerous. Sometimes you say there are no phones when there are few phones. But over time, the detail matters.

Recognizing the joy, camaraderie, dancing, and celebration that occurs in many parts of Africa doesn’t suggest that serious, often life-threatening issues should be minimized. Rather, it suggests that the portrayal of a massive continent should be as robust, diverse and inclusive as its population, and that beyond the scores and line-ups, there are an infinite number of honest stories to tell along the beauty-to-tragedy continuum. Constantly neglecting the beauty to focus on the never-ending tales of horribleness skews the senses to the extent that human interest stories can lose their humanity, a phenomenon that can make the need for detail and accuracy dissipate.

The African Cup of Nations is one of those rare, joyous windows into Africa with the potential to show another side of a dynamic continent. Perhaps that is because many of its players are now global personalities. Perhaps it is because we have more access than ever to the people who have been covering African soccer for years. Regardless of the reason, that window into the soul of the continent is a significant part of the reason why I love the tournament. It’s refreshing to see African joy and celebration projected in a space that is usually reserved for despair.

With that, I’ll leave you with a goal from Zambia’s upset of Senegal, which may have given us the best celebration of the tournament so far. I won’t provide any interpretation in the hope that the moment speaks to you organically. If you listen close enough it may say something. But at a minimum, I hope it makes you smile.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=u-xsnUGPAKc

And yes, it’s a thing. If you want to see it live, check out Zambia’s next game.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=k7Gvb7m_jPw

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www.youtube.com/watch?v=mhpyeLPcl1U

The 2012 African Cup of Nations (ACON) is about to jump off in Equatorial Guinea and Gabon in roughly 24 hours. I don’t know what to expect on the field so I won’t make any predictions. I mean I could take a couple of swings but does anyone really know what to expect out of the opening match between hosts Equatorial Guinea and Libya? We could be in for a tremendous spectacle with both sides having something to play for -- the hosts playing for pride on home soil, versus Libya playing for a nation that has recently gone through some, shall we say, explosive times.

If you’ve kept an eye on ACON qualifying or even read up on the tournament in the last couple of days, you know that many of the continent’s traditional powers didn’t qualify. But it’s the ACON, so it really isn’t that shocking. The lack of predictability is one of the tournament’s gifts. But if lack of predictability isn’t your thing, thankfully, there is still something for you to count on -- a new batch of beatery and magnificent imagery. In that respect, the ACON never disappoints.

For a taste of some of the flavor representing the 2012 tournament, try on WA WA WA for size, a track by the Zorbum All Stars -- an anthem for the Panthères du Gabon. It’s pretty hot. And hopefully it’s just a taste of future hotness to come from the motherland over the next few weeks.

Press play, and please do enjoy.

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Right.

There’s been some Nutmeg Radio-related stuff that’s done gone up elsewhere in recent times. Perhaps you’re not on the Twitter. Perhaps you just don’t care. And all that is fine. But, if you do, well, then I’m here for you.

Today, we joined forces with The Shin Guardian, a fantastic blog that primarily focuses on the game from a US soccer angle. The words over there take you on a journey into the future of US soccer. I know you’re all wondering what it’s going to be like. Well, go on, find out.

A while ago over at Run of Play, I wrote some words about Arsene Wenger, kung fu movies, and poisoned rice. You can find The Legend of Arsene Wenger at the excellent The Run of Play here.

Last, but certainly not least, I scribbled some things for The Free Beer Movement’s Why American Soccer Series. The series aggregates folks from the US soccersphere and shares their thoughts on US soccer. My contribution is semi-personal, but more about perspective, something that I believe is oft missing from our sporting conversations. Have a read.

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And here it is. Episode 2 of The Confessional. Joy, I know.

This week, James and I continue our marathon conversation with Elliott Tucker / Turner / Futfanatico / inspiration to FakeFutfanatico and FakerFutfanatico. What’s covered in this approximate hour of goodness? James is inspired by Sid Lowe, Pendergrass the lovable chimp is introduced, we talk ethnic stuff and US soccer, I attempt to tell Elliott how we really feel about “his people” before technology steps in and eliminates an honest moment, James reveals some childhood vulnerabilities that we attempt to exploit at the end of the hour, we learn a bit about Elliott’s book, An Illustrated Guide to Soccer and Spanish, including how you can acquire the book in its various forms, and then we just ramble for a few minutes about the Amish, Vinnie Jones as an Arsenal physio, and then try to figure out how to say bye. Simple enough.

What else. There’s some music involved belonging to Puerto Rican reggae band Cultura Profetica, and some strumming and such straight from the Catalan capital from the uber-talented Jarabe De Palo. If you enjoy these types of things, that should be enough information to start exploring their sounds. If you don’t care for these types of things, well, that’s on you. But if I can add one thing, you should be embarrassed of yourself.

Fantastic. Please do enjoy. And as always, all feedback, questions, comments, concerns, whether good, bad, ugly, romantic, schizophrenic, Mandarin, or otherwise, are always appreciated.

And finally a few quick plugs. Time spent at Elliott’s blog, Futfanatico.com, is time well spent. We highly recommend regular visits. We also allude to Elliott’s two part series on Fox Soccer about “his people” and related interesting things. You’ll find those here (Part I) and here (Part II). For the social media addicts and those who prefer their information in relative real time, James is on the Twitter at @UFJamesT, Elliott can be found at @Futfanatico, and why not do the @NutmegRadio thing, too. All the kids are doing it, at least that’s what we tell ourselves.

Enough of this. Hit play and enjoy.

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Why hello there.

Welcome to Episode 1 of The Confessional, a pod-like collaboration that we are launching with James Tyler, founder of the immensely entertaining Unprofessional Foul. This is the first test run, complete with words and such, but we’ve also included the scars (dropped calls, verbal gaffes, cover ups, etc.), because good scars keep you grounded when the millions of dollars start rolling in. Actually, that’s probably a lie. But anyway, hopefully you laugh at the scars, or even better, won’t notice them. Maybe you’ll even cry. We did.

Episode 1, BETA, is with Elliott Turner (or is it Tucker, or is it @FakeFutfanatico?), founder of the hilarious and smart Futfanatico.com, and author of An Illustrated Guide to Soccer and Spanish. James and I briefly introduce the pod, and then we get down to pseudo-business with Elliott, discussing his attempt to mock a high school football coach as an adolescent, illegal immigrants, narco checkpoints, and mostly, developments in the soccer media space.

We hope you enjoy. Feel free to shoot over feedback. And if you do the Twitter (and you should), follow all involved. James can be found at @UFJamesT, Elliott at @Futfanatico, and, of course, follow us at @NutmegRadio. It will all be worth your time, or alternatively, a complete waste of your time.

(Quick note: You may hear Turner and Tucker used interchangeably. That’s all Elliott’s fault. He’s devious like that. You can inquire further on the Twitter. Mysterious, we know. We believe Bono once said about Elliott, “He works in mysterious ways.” At least we’re pretty sure he was talking about Elliott.)

And with that, here we go. Episode 1: BETA feat. FUTFANATICO, lead off by an introductory taste of some flavor from the upcoming SEPP BLATTER album. Obviously.

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We Americans love rankings. We rank players, candidates, movies, schools, entrepreneurs, dogs, horses, etc. We just can’t get enough.

Over the last few years, we’ve also grown to love discussing how several dual, or potentially dual, citizens should fit into the US pool. With this discussion in mind, particularly after today’s conversations about “the immigration problem,” we’ve decided to introduce Americanness rankings, basically measuring how much players love freedom and which players we need to phone tap. Semi-delayed, these ratings come after the US match against Slovenia, and are presented on a scale of 1-10. A “1” means we should seriously look at deportation/imprisonment, and a “10” identifies a player who basically bleeds freedom from his ears.

Let’s get started.

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Starters

GK – Tim Howard, 6: Born in New Jersey to American parents, Howard seemingly is a 10. But then again, there has to be a discount considering much of his family on his father’s side is, and was, African-American. That means a pre-emanicpation 3/5 of a human being valuation (per person, of course) was involved at a point in the not to distant past. Since all forefather intent is apparently good these days, it seems ridiculous to leave out these values from the rankings. Using today’s exchange rate, I’ve discounted Howard one point. But he should still stand with his head held high with a 9, that is until he gets a further three-point deduction for spending too much time in Liverpool. And by born to American parents, I mean born to an American father and a Hungarian mother. Details, details. He gets off lightly for good on-the-field performances. You can skew the facts when you like someone.

D – Steve Cherundolo, 5: Cherundolo has spent a lot of time in Germany. We’re led to believe that he spends most of his time with his club team, Hannover 96 (a team he captains), but one can only play soccer and engage in club-related activities for so many hours during the season. So what else has Cherundolo been up to? I’ve seen Hogan’s Heroes and am weary about his close relationships with Germans.

D – Clarence Goodson, 6: Goodson left MLS to join Norwegian club IK Start, and has since left to join Brøndby, a signficant Danish club. He is now Brøndby’s captain. Like Cherundolo, Goodson’s assumption of responsibilities over a group of foreign players should raise concerns, unless, of course, he works for NATO. And he doesn’t. Goodson isn’t discounted as much as Cherundolo because he hasn’t been studying abroad as long. But he’s pushing it.

D – Carlos Bocanegra, 4: Don’t let the US captaincy detract from his decidedly un-American name. If he was a real American leader, he would change his name to Charles Blackmouth. Still, congratulations, I suppose, are in order for reaching 100 caps. Bueno.

D – Timmy Chandler, 1: Don’t let the name fool you. Regardless of whether Chandler plays right back or left back, Chandler is still as German as Rob from Milli Vanili, which should raise a bright, red flag to McCarthy levels. Chandler was born and raised in Germany. No, not Germany, Rhode Island (which may or may not exist), but Germany, the state in the country of Europe. That’s German of Hasselhoff proportions. If this was a Knight Rider episode, Kitt would be ejecting somebody out of a seat.

M – Michael Bradley, 8: What a name. He’s got the lifetime passport, the look, and did I mention the name? Michael Bradley, a quintessentially American name that could only be the result of a bald eagle and Mt. Rushmore mating. Smells like Anglo-Saxon, doesn’t it, which my Latin training tells me is a name derived from the mean streets of Princeton, New Jersey. Two-point deduction for spending an inordinate amount of time on the old continent.

M – Fabian Johnson, 1: See Timmy Chandler.

M – Kyle Beckerman, 6: Trying to look Jamaican? You’re supposed to cut those after you get back from Spring Break in Negril. You aren’t fooling anyone, bredren (that’s brethren for those of you who don’t speak Jamaican). From what my non-research tells me, Beckerman doesn’t even have a proper sound system. Bloodclot. But ol’ Peace Corps hair has to get some credit for playing stateside, in Salt Lake City for that matter. He’s either deep, deep undercover, or, as I suspect, an American sympathizer.

M – Clint Dempsey, 6: Although rap music is now officially mainstream, it still has a taste of … how do you say it … urban these days. Such is the conundrum that is Clint Dempsey. On one hand, his penchant for flare suggests he enjoys hanging out with foreigners who wear scarves and tie sweaters around their necks. But then again, he did create a piece of “music” entitled Don’t Tread [On Me]. I want to deduct points for playing in Europe, but we all know he plays in England, which by all accounts is not Europe. He gets the benefit of the doubt for now, but keep an eye on him.

F – Jozy Altidore, 3: If Altidore was Cuban, perhaps. But he comes from a Haitian family. And our immigration policy towards Haiti kind of speaks for itself, doesn’t it? (Read: suspect.) Perhaps if he was Cuban his mere presence would be enough to avoid suspicion. But he’s Haitian, and policy is policy. Um, America is full. We’re … um … not taking any additional reservations.

F – Edson Buddle, 7: As of November 17, 2011, Buddle’s Wikipedia page informs me that he invented the bicycle kick and defeated the Nazis. It’s on Wikipedia, so I believe it. Perhaps we should be skeptical since Buddle now collects his paycheck in Germany, but we’ll give him the benefit of the doubt because of his heroic exploits during World War II. He’s probably spying on them.

Substitutes

M – Maurice Edu, 4: Because Edu’s parents are from Ghana (English translation: Nigeria) rather than America, Edu doesn’t fall to the 3/5 discount (as adjusted). But then again, there’s the Ghanaian thing. For that we deduct four points. And considering your motherland beat us at the 2010 World Cup, that’s another point. Playing in Europe … oh, I’m sorry … Scotland? Another point.

M – Brek Shea, 5: There’s something very European about Shea’s chosen hairdos. He paints and likes Lil Wayne. I don’t know what else we need to know. He’s basically Che Guevara. Shea is currently training abroad at Arsenal and will probably come back to FC Dallas after he completes being trained in Euro-think. Typical revolutionary behavior. Going off to learn from the foreigners and then coming back as if his mind won’t be warped by all that Euro-thinking. As Elmer Fudd almost said, “Be vewy, vewy careful about training under Arsene Wenger.”

M – Robbie Rogers, 10: Like Michael Bradley, Robbie Rogers is the stuff of forefathers, although at times, it looks as if he got into the national team through an affirmative action program. What? Too soon? For centuries, scores of brown-on-brown parents have been trying to create a child that looks like Robbie Rogers. Basically, I’m saying he looks trustworthy. Add the fact that he been in MLS his entire career, and I think we’ve found our real captain.

D/M – Danny Williams, -1: The German-born and raised Williams instantly felt connected to the United States when he visited Miami earlier this year. It was love at first sight. After his visit, he “felt so connected to this nation that [he] knew what [he] wanted to do.” With that kind of reasoning, I’m glad he didn’t go to Cancun for Spring Break. He’d be playing for Mexico. Somehow. Also, see Timmy Chandler.

M – Jermaine Jones, 1: See Timmy Chandler, Fabian Johnson and Danny Williams. That.

Coach

Jurgen Klinsmann, 0.5: He lives in America. His wife is American. His kids are American. Said another way, Klinsmann is German, and there’s video to prove it. He actually received a 1.0 for his performance, but there was a 0.5 deduction for turning the job down during the last cycle, as if he had something better to do. If I could give him a negative number, I would, but then he would be on point system welfare, and we don’t need to add another name to the welfare rolls.

Conclusion

In order to be the best America we can be, we must ensure that we can out American all other potential Americans. We have some work to do America. Three cheers for freedom.

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www.youtube.com/watch?v=RKtUEeB8Q-4

You know we love the dancing. Sometimes it’s beautiful, other times it’s fantastically awkward, which frankly often holds its own special kind of beauty. Take a look. You be the judge. I promise it doesn’t end with Adebayor having to apologize for something. Or does it …

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