Battle of Algiers, less blood equal amount of tears

So I’m writing this at 10:30 at night shortly after I watched the game. I had to wait until I got home from work to watch the game, I ignored texts and calls from families and friends, I prefaced all conversations to fellow soccer fans with “I haven’t watched the game, don’t tell me anything about it.” So after a shit day at work I settled down with a beer, dinner and my small MacBook screen to watch the game. Aside from the early scary shot off the crossbar by Algeria the US played heroically attacking, taking shots and just generally playing their hearts out. My heart started to break around the 85th minute thinking that, here the US is playing the best they’ve played all World Cup and they may end up going home with two goals dubiously recalled. Then a ridiculous throw by Howard, a pass, a deflected shot from Dempsey and the goal from Landon (I’m retiring the use of the name Landycakes for now, he’s earned it.) As the clock ticked down the final seconds I realized I had seen the best game of any sport I have ever seen. Better than Cal Ripkin beating Lou Gehrig’s record, better than the countless times the Sacramento Kings beat the Los Angeles Lakers and better than watching the Cal Bears stomp Stanford at the Big Game. It was the beautiful game.