OOSA! OOSA! OOSA!

What a wild roller coaster of emotion! I'm pretty sure I'm going to get evicted for noise disturbance after today's game. Ups and downs from Brazil's own goal to the red card to the first save to the re-kick to overtime and the offside goal and all the way down to Abby's brilliant goal and the shoot-out. I went from jumping out of my chair to holding my head in my hands, often within seconds of each other. I can't remember ever seeing such poor officiating. Nor, thankfully, can I remember EVER seeing a team rise to the occasion like the US. Down a player for more than 55 minutes, fighting not only 11 of the most (individually) talented players in the world, but the ref, fatigue, and the prospect of the earliest World Cup exit in the team's history, and never giving up. And then calmly putting away 5 perfect balls and letting Hope do what Hope does best. Is it weird to feel so proud of something I can take no credit for? Cause I am proud. This is awesome soccer. Amazing athletes, extraordinary competitors, unmatched talent and heart. And we get to watch it again tonight on replay. Huzzah!