Go U.S. soccer team!
I love the Olympics. I spent a good chunk of February glued to my computer watching U.S.A. hockey. I love the whole world coming together to participate in something. And I love the sensation of my patriotic side coming out.
So I expected to get into the World Cup, even though I don’t know much about soccer. I’m just surprised by how into it I am.
I was at the gym today during the U.S./Algeria game. When the U.S. had a close shot on goal, I threw my arms up in the air and almost screamed, “That’s what I’m talking about!” Fortunately I caught myself. That could have been embarrassing.
Before the game, ESPN played this great video narrated by Martin Sheen about the U.S. and England. (click HERE) I highly recommend it. The clips are great, and as I told my brother, Martin Sheen adds an element of class to it.
I think this newfound love of soccer is compounded by the fact that the Yankees are on the West Coast. I hate West Coast series. I can barely watch the first inning without falling asleep.
The soccer games, in contrast, are normally on during the day. So I may be at work, but I can check the score.
Although I don’t know a whole lot about soccer, I have to say I’m nervous about our chances against Ghana. From what I’ve read, they’re a good a team. We have our work cut out for us.
I guess the reason I love the Olympics and World Cup so much is because I can say “we” when referring to our team, and it means all Americans. I inherited the Held family gene of referring to the Yankees as “we,” but that’s a much more limited “we.” It doesn’t even mean all New Yorkers. The World Cup is an inclusive “we.” And it’s a good feeling.