We made it to the 2nd round. Yay?

God, that's embarassing. All we had to do was either win or tie and we'd go in with some respect. Instead, we somehow both set the sport back another four years in the country and progressed it. And thanks to another patented bout of "oh my God, what the fuck am I going to do?" convienantly timed at 4:30, I wound up watching the whole ugly thing. We sucked.

How lucky are we?

While losing to one of the worst teams in the Cup, a team that had yet to score a goal, we somehow made it to the next round because:

Despite starting the game trying to just get a draw, South Korea won anyways. Because Portugal were two players down thanks to Red Cards. And because still down two players, Portugal somehow managed to have two shots bounce off the post and another sure goal missed because the player somehow slipped up while trying to kick it.

It took all of that for the U.S. to progress. That's how lucky we were. The last ten minutes of both games, actually, were pretty darn exciting because while the U.S. was sucking more and more, Portugal kept on fighting on and missing. I don't know who on that team has acquired all the good karma, but someone's got some halo around them.

And Mexico looks goooood.