1776...1812...1950...2010!

As FIFA was hoping, I'm an American who became interested in World Cup when it was in the United States. Years later in London I was a huge fan of England and remember we kinda tied my pregnant roommate Maz to a chair so she'd stop hurting herself wanting to jump up an down cheering. A few weeks after that I was in Gran Canaria, Spain, in an expat bar watching them lose and when a drunken Scot called my boyfriend and I a bunch of names afterward, I said nonchalantly, 'I'm an American, you dumbshit...'

Now, Saturday was an exciting but almost dreaded day for me! I still support England, but I LOVE the players on the USA side! They hadn't played in a World Cup match in 60 years! Friends and family are in turmoil! Old roommate Neil and his wife Kristin are split over it (you know what I mean...)! At least Poppy was on the side of her daddy:


And my nephews? Well, I don't think they're aware of what's going on! But at least like me they're into gardening and soy milk.

Back here in Minnesota after yoga, I got this brilliant voicemail from my landlady: