I went, I watched, I enjoyed. I wrote. As the legendary futbol fanatico Robert Montgomery Knight might put it, if soccer is inevitable, relax and enjoy it.

And it is. Or appears to be. Inevitable, I mean.

In the same week that FC Cincinnati breaks the United Soccer League attendance record (again), the Reds will return home to be part of MLB’s Play Ball campaign. It’s “all about inspiring everyone to play ball,’’ Baseball says. “It’s that simple.’’

If only that were so.

The sort of ball MLB wants to inspire stopped happening a generation ago. Probably more. That’d be the sandlot, three-a-side, “imaginary men’’ and “pitcher’s hand’’ games we used to play, if “we’’ is referring to all of us over 50. Those days are gone. They are the 8-track tapes of sports memories.

Applaud Baseball for trying. Commissioner Rob Manfred recognizes the problem and is trying to address it. But fewer kids play baseball now. More to the point, fewer want to play baseball, and those that do have their fun in organized leagues, at clinics and with personal trainers. They’re not choosing sides on a summer morning by playing Rock, Paper, Scissors.

Once, twice, three, shoot. . .   

While MLB is begging kids to play, Futbol Club Cincinnati draws more than 23,000 for minor league soccer, on the sort of weather day that would have baseball kids inside, playing video games.

Twenty years ago, if I’d spent Sunday column space writing about soccer, readers would have told me to examine my head. I’d have told me to examine my head. Now, I write about soccer and the response is mostly positive. The holdouts are predictable. They sound like I did, 20 years ago:

Over/under on folding is 2 years.

Good luck to the minor league soccer team.

One-zero. Exciting!

Soccer has to be the most boring game ever invented. How you could get “psyched” to watch a 1-0 match defies logic. This hoopla will not last.

I’m not trying to sound enlightened. A reason I disliked soccer forever was the elitism of some of its fans, who sounded a whole lot like the numbers nerds now holding sway in baseball. That is, if you disagreed with them, or didn’t appreciate their sport, you were stupid.

I just think that this time, soccer is here for good. The Millennials are growing up. They were the first generation to take soccer into the mainstream of American sports. They played soccer from grade school on, they like soccer as much or more than baseball, they are joining the work force and they have disposable income.

I’d love to see a study of the age demographics now, of those favoring soccer and those supporting baseball. Baseball would win. But what was once a 10-1 laugher now would be 5-4 in 10 innings.

You know what else is interesting? Futbol is an international game, we are not an international town, and yet FC Cincinnati played in front of more people Saturday than almost every team in Major League Soccer.

The Lindner family has tapped into the local zeitgeist at a very good time. This phenomenon has been growing around here for awhile. Just check out the numerous “soccer pubs’’ around town that are open and thriving at 9 on a Saturday morning. It’s not just Hap’s in Oakley anymore, opening at 5 a.m. so Irish and British transplants can watch a Premier League game live.

An interesting thing happened to Andy Fleming recently. He’s the Xavier men’s soccer coach, so it’s only natural that his 7-year-old son is a soccer fan. Braden Fleming is up early on Saturday mornings to catch his favorite team, Real Madrid, on Fox Sports 1. The Flemings’ backyard is one Bailey removed from being its own soccer stadium.

“He doesn’t know much about the Reds,’’ Andy Fleming said of Braden Fleming.

That’s ominous. Here’s what’s worse:

Not long ago, Andy asked Braden if he’d be interested in playing Wiffleball. Andy grew up in Boston a huge Red Sox fan. He’d play Wiffleball with his friends. “Clemens to the windup. . .’’

“Hey, Braden, wanna play some Wiffleball?’’ Fleming asked his son.

“What’s Wiffleball?’’ was Braden’s answer.

FC Cincinnati’s not topping the Reds anytime soon, no matter the zeitgeist. That’s not the point. This is:

The world’s changing. Nothing wrong with that. We can roll with it, or we can grump about soccer. Either way, The Beautiful Game isn’t going away this time. It’s getting its kicks for good, right here. And you know, it’s not a bad way to spend a few hours. Running time!

Vive la difference, oldtimers.