Onward...
On Sunday, I had the distinct pleasure of watching the US national men's soccer team play against the German national team down in Washington, D.C. My day started out normal enough... or as normal as one's Sunday can start when one is out of bed at 5:30am. I drove to PA to get my friend and by 7:30am we were off to DC. The drive itself was mostly uneventful, with the exception of me taking the wrong exit off the PA Turnpike and ended up somewhere I probably shouldn't.
When we arrived in the D.C. area a mere three hours later, I was excited to 1) finally try Nando's (a dining establishment apparently super popular in the UK serving amazing peri-peri chicken) and 2) see the US national team play. I always try to catch at least one international match a year during the summer. It's always a fun experience and the US supporter groups are quite an interesting bunch. I can tell you this, lunch was great and the match was better.
When we arrived at the stadium, I was not so shocked to find that, once again, the US supporters were outnumbered by the German ones. It didn't take very long to realize with the German flags being draped around the stadium. But the one thing about the US supporters, what we lack in number we made up in sheer passion and patriotism.
Most of us went in hoping that the US would score at least one goal. While the Germans were fielding their second string, you can't deny the talent that these guys have. Their second string makes several first string teams look like a little league team. So when the first goal from the US came, there was pure pandemonium in the stadium. That was when I discovered the joy of having beer thrown all over me. People were cheering, screaming, jumping up and down, hugging each other, and throwing cups of $10 beer all over the place.
The US won 4-3. I left Washington, D.C. satisfied with the result and smelling like a frat house party gone wrong. As they say, "USA ain't nothing to f**k with."
Here's a Vine I took after the US scored their 3rd goal by none other than their skipper Clint Dempsey/Deuce. https://vine.co/v/b3OdAVPF2B2
All the best - Ploy