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 We were down 2-1, last I checked before leaving for my lunch break to find Tall-J at the local bar. The sun was out, and I was starting to sweat as I made my way down the street. I ducked inside, told the person I was looking for a friend, plunged back into the game on screen and then— "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAALLLLL!!!!!" Screams, cheers and whoops erupted around me, shaking the place from head to toe. Hands went up in the air, high fives were thrown. The guy in front of me screamed, "YAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!" And threw his arms around me, crushing me in a massive bear hug. I laughed and laughed, happily joining in on the cheers that we tied Slovenia. "U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A!" The chants began as I navigated my way to Tall-J (and company), whom I spotted after I was let go by the bear hug man. Replays were shown, and the cheers kept coming. So, I guess if you read what I tweet, I'm pretty sure 99% of the time, it's about sports. I don't know if it annoys people or they just go with it, but I can't help it. I love sports. I love playing them, and I love watching them. As a fan, you support and you help keep your favorite team's morale going by cheering or quietly understanding that your favorite players are trying their hardest when they're down. If it's not your team or sport, you enjoy it for what it is and get wrapped up in the excitement of "Who's going to win?" As a player, there is this passion and fire. When you're down, you're itching to make a come back. When you're up, you're itching to pull away and win it. And that whole idea of a team: how you lean on each other, how you help each other, how you rise and you fall together. It's all so thrilling, electrifying and nailbiting. A free kick was coming from the Donovan and— "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH YEAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" I jumped up with everyone else, yelling. Goal! Goal! We're up 3-2! We're gonna win— The celebrating subsided as we watched the screen. Foul?! No goal?! Boos filled the bar. "The ref-er-ee's a wanker! The ref-er-ee's a wanker!" Another replay flashed on screen. "There's no foul!" yelled someone behind me. "He was not offside!" yelled someone in front of me. I, personally, didn't see anything wrong with the play. There was some pushing and shoving and holding between players but... it should have been the winning goal. "Buuullll-shit... bullll-shit... bullll-shit..." I laughed as this chant began. The time was ticking down with only a few minutes to play. Slovenia kept at it but the end result was a draw. It was a thrilling comeback from being down 2-0, and we get another chance against Algeria. Keep the dream alive, USA! I said goodbye to everyone as I ducked back out and walked back to work. I didn't see the bear hug man as I left, which was okay, as I massaged my ribs. One of my favorite lunch breaks, ever? I think so, I think so. |
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Lovely.:)
I can't find a single person in the entirety of Pittsburgh who is even *a little* excited over the Cup.
I love the spirit of going to games! I was at a baseball game today and thinking about how awesome it was. My friend and I don't particularly care about sports, but we still got this thrill out of every point "our team" made. And then you're surrounded by all the people feeling the same and it's so awesome. I didn't get any bear hugs, haha, but I totally loved every second of it!