10 July 2011
We wuz robbed WON! WE WON!
As I write this, I’m sitting in Chapel Hill watching the US get shafted right out the Women’s World Cup by poor officiating. I normally loathe people who complain about the refs, but in this instance I think we have a case. Those of us sitting here think it. The announcers think it. Hell, even the CROWD thinks it (and they’re mostly German!). That was a bad call, plain and simple.
Even worse, Brazil has been playing dirty. Smart, but dirty. Trying to burn time. Faking an injury to the point of getting carried off the field on a stretcher, only to get up and sprint to the sideline once she’s off the field. This is just low. And depressing, because we’re likely–
HOLY SHIT!!! WE SCORED!!! IN STOPPAGE TIME!!! IT’S THE LATEST GOAL EVER, AND ONLY CAME BECAUSE OF THAT LAME ASS FAKE BRAZILIAN INJURY!!! GOD I LOVE SOCCER THAT WAS EFFING AMAZING!!! HOT DAMN!!! BRING ON THE SHOOTOUT NOW!!!!
*ahem*
Sorry about that.
Here comes the shootout. I suddenly feel good about our chances. Our keeper is named Solo. Hope Solo. A more badass name I cannot think of. Here’s *hope*ing.
Ok…that was bad.
A clean save! We’re up!
AND WE WIN!! WE WIN!! USA WINS!!! IT’S UNBELIEVABLE!!!
Holy crap…I’m exhausted. I had some major points to make, but that game was just too good. That was amazing.
Suffice to say, I’m going to miss US soccer while I’m in Africa. At least I won’t miss the next men’s World Cup, which isn’t until 2014.
Whew.