The LA Times has a couple interesting World Cup-related articles today about the ways in which the world’s largest sporting event is reflected in our little West Coast villa. There are little enclaves around town that seethe with support for every team in competition. The articles tell us how to find them and where to go support your team (if you have to do it in public.) My problem is that I’m not really for anyone. Or more accurately, for everyone. Perhaps that’s my advantage. Oh, sure, I hope Landon Donovan and Brian McBride pull off a miracle today against Italy (and I wish Cobi Jones were playing) but I always find myself supporting all of the teams in one way or another. Yesterday’s Netherlands/Ivory Coast game had me cheering CIV’s Dider Drogba like a lunatic, but should the Dutch go up against Brasil or Mexico, I’ll just as easily be going nuts over Robben.
That said, I think if I went to Barney’s Beanery today to cheer on the USA against Italy, I’d likely emerge, victory or no, with my fingers gnawed off from the tension. I really want our team to advance to the round of sixteen, if for no other reason than to feel that last time was no fluke, and to relive the thrill of our performance four years ago, when Team USA said to everyone, “Check this out,” and then scored a goal.