I’m writing this in the countdown to perhaps the most
important soccer match in the modern history of the United States Men’s National Team. They
meet Germany, the homeland of the U. S. National coach Jurgen Klinsmann, at
(appropriately enough) high noon. This is the Moment of Truth, alles oder
nichts.
Meanwhile, at the same time across town in another part
of the same galaxy, Portugal and Ghana will play one another. Only two of those teams
will advance to the Round of 16 and at this writing, no one from Group G (I’m
thinking ‘grauenhaft’ is as close to ‘death’ as I can get and it’s not that
close) have yet advanced. Germany clobbered Portugal in the first game, with
the USA beating Ghana. For their respective second acts, the Germans tied Ghana
and Team USA and Portugal ended in 2-2.
No later than 1500, three o'clock this afternoon, we’ll
know who is moving on. Yes, the American team wouldn’t be sweating any of this
if they’d held on for another thirty seconds against Portugal Sunday afternoon
but….If my Mom had married a Kennedy, I’d be living in the White House; but she
didn’t and I’m not. End of story.
There are incredibly complex mathy calculations for what
could happen in the USA-Germany game, and some of that is reduced to words right
here. I forgot my pocket protector, never
learned how to use a slide rule (I’m ashamed to admit this), and I am terrified of scientific calculators. Today, I
think the only gear we can use today to make the Round of 16 is forward, foot
to the floor/pedal to the metal.
Until, during and for a not inconsiderable amount of time
after this game is played, attempting to contact me, even telepathically, will
avail you not at all. This is MLB’s Opening Day all over again-don’t call or
text, or think about doing either as I am engaged and will yell myself hoarse
at little tiny people inside the box of flickering shadows we keep in the
living room. I don’t care if they can’t hear me. I can and that’s enough.
Team USA exits Arena
Pernambuca today either with its shield or on it.
I. Believe. That. We.
Will. Win. Game on!
- bill kenny
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