First, I would like to go on record that the first World Cup tournament I enjoyed took place in 1986.
I had the pleasure of spending that summer in Spain with some of my schoolmates. We sat in the rooming-house lobby with a festive group of middle-aged Valencians, after our delicious octopus dinners, and watched the matches on a grainy black and white tv. (They were late nights: Altea, Spain is five hours ahead of Mexico time.) To this day, I do not understand how Spain got knocked out in a tie game in late June.
(PS. That World-Cup tournament made “the wave” a thing to do in stadiums.)
But I must say: This evening’s USA victory is the most exciting thing since the Spurs beat the Heat in the NBA Finals. Go USA!