This is obviously the one team I cannot watch without a bias.
The last two world cups have ended in heartbreak for the Americans – both at the hands of Ghana. Four years after an extra time goal that still keeps me up night, we have a shot at redemption. You either do not care for sport or do not have a pulse if this isn’t exciting. Our men’s squad is definitely a deeper and more robust roster than four years ago. I can write several paragraphs on why, but it doesn’t matter. Ghana is not afraid. This will be war.
I contemplated pacing around my living room alone nervously for hours tomorrow, but that is not what this tournament is about. I am going to a local soccer bar – not inviting any of my personal friends – just arriving alone to unite with other American fans. This is what the World Cup does. For two hours, life worries are brushed aside. Get excited, America. Everybody – do your part. I will be consuming alcohol at noon while sporting blue suit pants, a white button up, with a red tie.
I cannot think of anything more American.