I wrote before about how I wanted to get more invested in this World Cup. I wanted to know more, watch more of the games, and delve into the history of the teams a bit. And I have to say, after this initial World Cup weekend, I’d call the endeavor a success so far. I didn’t join the crowds in Dupont, though it looked like the screens were a huge hit, but I watched and cheered as Argentina beat Nigeria, the U.S. held their own, and Germany walked (or ran) all over Australia. And I might have even watched one of the games on my computer here, this morning. (Shh…don’t tell El Jefe.)
I wore the jersey in support, but as I walked around Adams Morgan before the game I thought, I really hope no one says anything, because I know next to nothing about the team. That is, however, no longer true.
But I can feel myself getting caught up in the excitement. It’s interesting to see who everyone (who cares) roots for. Whether it’s family ties, time spent abroad, or the love of a particular player – everyone has their team. And it’s a kind of intensity that’s different than other sports, because there’s so much national pride tied up in the game.
I may not be ready to go out and by a Donovan jersey (or one for any of the other U.S. players I discovered, thanks to Gawker, via the boyfriend), but there’s an appreciation this year that I didn’t completely feel four years ago. And I think that could make all the difference in watching the matches this time around.
I’m already set to watch Italy vs. Paraguay in a couple hours.
Now, I know Marie is with me in watching these, but is anyone else getting caught up in World Cup fever? You know you want to…
I watched most of the U.S.-Limey game as I cooled down after riding to Mt. Vernon. After playing the game for most of my childhood due to an unfortunate playground incident (http://theliffeyswell.blogspot.com/2010/02/tmi-thursday-recess.html) I understand it and think the U.S. did pretty well against Rooney et al. I would not, however, describe what I have as a “fever.” More like a mild headache. Especially from the droning of those damn hornes.
And cast off that baby blue-and-white jersey. Buy ‘Merican. C’mon! Yer an ‘Merican support yer team.
Don’t worry, I’m still cheering for the U.S. And if anyone has a jersey they want to lend me…well, then I’ll post that photo, too.
Sorry, I’m an American, we don’t believe in soccer. Call me when Football season starts.
I clearly don’t share that sentiment, but I know plenty others who do. Carry on, then.
I’m so glad you googled Landon Donovan! 🙂
Me too! Thanks for the tip!
Has the boyfriend explained to you yet about the “hand of God”?
Yes, in fact, I’ve learned a lot about Maradona. Not all of it flattering, as I’m sure you know.
Definitely caught up in it. I never watch any of the MLS or even the Euro League play. But the World Cup always seems different. (Probably should’ve apologized to our neighbors for yelling like that when Dempsey’s goal trickled in on Saturday.)
I couldn’t believe that goal. It deserved some yelling. I’m sure the neighbors understood.
B has the games SCHEDULED ON HIS IPAD CALENDAR.
Lord help me.
So, I guess you’d think it was weird if I had some of the games in my BlackBerry calendar, huh? I mean, *if* I did that…
I can’t say I’m caught up just yet, but that picture of you two in your jersies might have me rooting for Argentina next time around…
Rawr.
Whatever I can do to get you in the spirit!
I believe I screamed in my apartment on Saturday when the US scored a goal. But then again so did Matt. So my neighbors must think I’m nuts. But really? Shame on them for not watching and cheering!!
IT’S THE WORLD CUP FOR GOD’S SAKE!!
Sorry, just a weee bit excited. I may or may not concentrate completely on the US vs Slovenia game this coming Friday morning….