World Cup

USMNT likes to give us some drama

I woke up yesterday morning extremely excited and nervous about the USA/Portugal World Cup match. We were in a position where a win would send us straight to the round of 16 without even having to worry about our final group match versus Germany. Awesome! My boyfriend, two of his friends, and one of my best friends really wanted to go to the bar we tried going to for the USA/Ghana match. We’d arrived at the bar an hour and a half early for that match and couldn’t see a screen so we figured arriving five hours early should do the trick. So yes, we were at the bar by 1pm for a match that started at 6, and we still barely got seats. Luckily, the Korea/Algeria match kept us entertained in the interim.



By 5:30, the bar was grossly packed. I started questioning our choice to watch the game there when some late arrivers thought it would be a good idea to stand directly in front of the TV. No worries though, I was able to reposition my seat for a good view of a different screen. We all enjoyed a mass singing of The Star Spangled Banner and then the match was underway. It took Portugal less than six minutes to score but no optimism was drained from the crowd, this was typical USA style (in all of our World Cup history, we’ve given up 7 goals in the first five minutes, the most of any other team).

Joy came in the 64th minute when Jermaine Jones powered one into the back of the net from 28 yards out. It was beautiful. We all cheered and hugged strangers while beer flew everywhere. I turned around to kiss my boyfriend across the table only to find blood trickling down his neck while he held a tissue to his head. (more…)


Oops… but GO USA!!

I woke up at 8am yesterday, super pumped for World Cup Group G play. Germany was to play Portugal at 12 and I had a doctor’s appointment at 10:30. In the extra time before/after my doctor’s appointment, I added a total of 55 words to my draft and spent about an hour adding to my outline. The morning/afternoon was spent napping and watching the early games. At four, the bf and I headed out to a great bar (Brewhouse Cafe for soccer fans in the Atlanta area) to watch the game. We were there at 4:30 and the game started at 6 but it was PACKED. I laughed when I saw that the maximum capacity sign said “120 persons.” Right. People were spilling into the street. It was awesome… but it was also over 90 degrees, with no where to sit and no good view of the game. We squeezed around, hopelessly asking if random seats were taken before eventually landing in the edge of the parking lot, trying to convince ourselves that that particular spot “wasn’t that bad.” Finally, my boyfriend took a look at his phone and said, “If we leave right this second, we can make it home before kick off.” I was on the move immediately. It sucked to leave the fun energy of the crowd, but it would suck more to not be able to see the game… or pass out from heat exhaustion half way through.