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…