How I almost missed the dramatic U.S. victory over Jamaica
I received an email from Stampede Sports, the name of the indoor soccer facility where I’ve played on a team the past couple years. It was an invitation to come watch the US v. Jamaica World Cup qualifier in Stampede’s bar area, creatively dubbed “The Corral”. The email made the event sound very exciting, including that it would be the first gathering of the Southlake chapter of the mighty American Outlaws (the US men’s national team supporters group). I’m certainly not in the habit of watching my soccer matches in pubs or bars, primarily because I don’t drink. But in this case I perked up since all of the US’ away qualifiers are only televised on the be In Sports channel, which I don’t get on my cable package.
So, right after I read the kids a goodnight story I threw on my US jersey from World Cup 2010 (the one with the beauty pageant sash) and headed for Stampede Sports in Southlake (about a 20 minute drive).
I arrived at “The Corral” at 8:30, just in time for kickoff, but there was no soccer on the single big screen TV hanging above the bar. The few patrons seemed oblivious to any imminent World Cup qualifier. There were no American Outlaws in sight.
I found a flight of stairs. Aha! I wasn’t aware that Stampede had an upper bar area. The gathering must be upstairs. I jogged up the stairs, afraid that I’d miss an early surprise goal by Clint Dempsey or more likely a squandered chance by Jozy Altidore. Alas, no one was upstairs and the sole TV was turned off.
I jogged back downstairs. The bartender changed the channel… to a Texas Rangers game. I nearly broke into a cold sweat. Did I dream up this qualifier? It was June 7th, right? I checked my watch to verify.
I suddenly remembered there were a couple party rooms at the far end of the arena. Duh! Why hadn’t I thought of those in the first place? Surely the big watch party was there. I jogged down to the rooms only to find them completely empty, lights turned off, doors locked. This was not cool.
Ten minutes of the match were already gone. I jogged to the front desk and asked where the game was being shown. The teenaged girl manning the desk barely looked up as she replied (as if it were no big deal), “Oh yeah, we’re not showing it. We don’t have that channel.”
“We don’t have that channel”? Don’t have that channel? But what about the email invitation? What about the American Outlaws? Why was I the only one that seemed to care that there was a crucial World Cup qualifier in progress? I could feel my pulse in my temples. This was turning into one of those dreams I periodically have where I’m running all over trying to find something or someone and never succeed.
I jogged back to my car without a plan. Where could I possibly watch this game? If I were in Europe or South America I’d probably just have to drive a couple blocks and look for a crowd spilling out of a shop or café broadcasting the game. But not in Southlake, Texas – the ultimate suburban oasis. If I wanted a designer latte, fancy ice cream, to see a movie, or purchase an Apple product, I’d be in business. But finding a place to watch US v. Jamaica here on short notice? I might as well be in the Australian outback.
I thought about calling my friend Kristian, but I was pretty sure he didn’t get be In Sports either, plus he lived in Arlington which would be another 30 minute hike from Southlake. I thought about my friend Jim (the former professional mascot) but it was getting late, he’s working on his doctoral thesis, and his wife is pregnant with their second child, so I didn’t really want to bother him.
I hopped in my car, started driving, and dialed up the only fake person I could think to turn to: Siri. I asked her for Buffalo Wild Wings locations in Bedford. I hadn’t been to a BWW in probably a decade, but I remembered they have lots of TVs. Surely one of them was tuned to US/Jamaica. Siri zapped me a map in a flash.
Twenty minutes later, I pulled into the strip mall parking lot where I thought the Buffalo Wild Wings used to be. It was gone. Had Siri led me astray? I checked her map again. No. I was wrong – the restaurant moved in the decade since I’d been there and was now on the other side of the freeway. I checked the time, disheartened. It was nearly halftime already.
As I drove to the Buffalo Wild Wings I refreshed the match score on my phone… the US had scored! I whipped into the parking lot and could already see multiple TVs tuned to the game. Yes!
I asked to be seated outside on the patio because the night air was unusually pleasant for north Texas in June. I got a table and a menu just as the players left the field for halftime. As soon as I sat down, the only other groups using tables on the patio finished up and left and I was suddenly sitting outside, in the darkness, all alone, in my US jersey.
Though I’d already had dinner and wasn’t hungry, I felt obligated to order something. But my wife Trevlyn had me on the caveman diet, so a soda was forbidden. I gritted my teeth and ordered an unsweet tea. I hoped Trevlyn would forgive me for the chips and salsa I also ordered (chips aren’t caveman diet approved either).
The waitress asked me if I’d like to have the sound turned on outside. I certainly did. Soon, I was kicked back with my own snack, two high-def TVs, with surround sound, and a cool breeze blowing. Did it make up for missing the entire first half? Probably not, but it wasn’t a bad consolation.
Still, it wasn’t quite the same without any fellow fans to cheer on the US with. I called my brother Dan, who has started his extreme busy season as a summer camp director, in the off chance that he was actually getting to watch the game live. He’d just started watching the recording so we couldn’t discuss the action or gripe about players in real time. He said he couldn’t stay on the phone long because he didn’t want to read any spoilers in my tone, but we started talking about Star Trek Into Darkness and ended up on the phone ten more minutes anyway.
Into darkness is exactly where I and all other true US soccer fans plunged when a victory that seemed relatively in hand disappeared with a Jamaican equalizer in the 89th minute. I blamed Graham Zusi. The Sporting KC midfielder lazily mistimed his jump for a header against a Jamaican player who won the ball and might have raced past Zusi had Zusi not tripped him and earned a yellow card. The match commentators commended Zusi for a “smart” foul, but I’m not convinced the play would’ve been much of a threat had he not fouled. Jamaica lined up the resulting free kick within easy distance of the US box. Sure enough, the ball floated in and Jamaica’s Jermaine Beckford easily waltzed through and headed the ball into the goal past a frozen Tim Howard.
All my effort scrambling around suburbia like an obsessed treasure hunter suddenly seemed madness. Why did the US team constantly break my heart so? Why can’t they finish out games when they have the lead? Why did I have to be on this wretched caveman diet when I’m not even a caveman?
As I stewed and pouted into stoppage time, the US pushed the ball up field with semi-urgency. They earned a corner kick. Michael Bradley played it short to Zusi, who wisely returned it to Bradley. Bradley turned sharply toward the end line trying to beat his Jamaican marker. Bradley looked covered but he struck a pass anyway. Brad Evans received Bradley’s pass with his back to goal, spun and ripped a desperate shot that zipped into the upper right corner past Jamaica’s Hulk of a keeper Donovan Ricketts.
I was dumbfounded. This. Never. Happens. To. The. US.
I suddenly wanted Brad Evans posters for my office. I even contemplated not cheering against him next time Dallas plays Seattle.
Sure, a draw wouldn’t have been the end of the world, but the away win provided the US with some welcome breathing room.
I paid my bill and walked to my car. The restaurant seemed unusually empty for a Friday night. What a match! The whole spectrum of sports fan emotion, dejection to elation, in under five minutes. America doesn’t know what it’s missing.
Tags: American Outlaws, be In Sports channel, Brad Evans, Brazil 2014, Buffalo Wild Wings, Clint Dempsey, Donovan Ricketts, FC Dallas, FIFA World Cup 2014, Graham Zusi, Jermaine Beckford, Jozy Altidore, Jurgen Klinsmann, Landon Donovan, Michael Bradley, Seattle Sounders, Sporting KC, Stampede Sports, Star Trek Into Darkness, Texas Rangers, Tim Howard, US Men’s National Team, US men’s roster, US Soccer, US v. Jamaica, US World Cup qualifiers, World Cup 2010, World Cup qualifiying
Landon unwisely left out in the cold for upcoming U.S. games
Last week, US Men’s National Team coach Jurgen Klinsmann released his roster for this month’s friendlies and the World Cup qualifiers in June. The big brouhaha is his failure to include Landon Donovan on the list.
Though the team’s overhaul hasn’t materialized quite the way I hoped it would by now under Klinsmann’s guidance, I continue to give him the benefit of the doubt. The team is a work in progress of course, but it is precisely because it’s a work in progress that it seems crazy to leave out Landon Donovan. The team needs him during the course of figuring out the best starting eleven mix for the 2014 World Cup (and even after that’s figured out, it’s hard to imagine Donovan not being one of those starters).
Is anyone on this latest roster – besides Clint Dempsey or perhaps Michael Bradley – currently a stronger overall player than Landon Donovan? It’s hard to imagine Argentina leaving out Messi, or Portugal leaving out Ronaldo. Yes, Donovan’s older than those superstars, but his leadership, stature, and quality are of parallel importance to the U.S.
I’m not sure the tension and controversy created by omitting Donovan is the kind of division you want to have when you’re about to enter the heart of World Cup qualifying. What would’ve been the harm in putting Donovan on the roster? It doesn’t mean you have to play him if you don’t think he’s up to par. It seems there’s much more to lose by leaving him out.
If Donovan doesn’t make the roster later this summer for the Gold Cup, and the US makes it to the semifinals of that tournament (for which I have a ticket), I’m going to be an extremely disgruntled camper – along with a lot of other US soccer fans.
What do you think about Donovan getting left out?
Tags: Argentina, Brazil 2014, Clint Dempsey, FIFA World Cup 2014, Gold Cup, Jurgen Klinsmann, Klinsmann and Donovan, Landon Donovan, Messi, Michael Bradley, Portugal, Ronaldo, US Men’s National Team, US men’s roster, US Soccer, US World Cup qualifiers, World Cup qualifiying
Will Chelsea’s momentum stop after the latest international hiatus?
The International Break is a necessary evil I suppose. It’s fun sometimes, particularly during World Cup Qualifying. Well, if your team wins that is. I love supporting the USMNT (I always want to read that as U.S. Mutant Ninja Turtles), but it kills momentum for clubs. It’s like tennis matches that get rain delayed overnight – it gives the guy who’s losing the match opportunity to regroup, rest, and heal if necessary. Sometimes it totally changes the match. And that’s what I’m afraid of because Chelsea has been on a roll, but now the international break – the IB if you will – has stopped the Blues in their tracks.
Compared to the past two seasons, this campaign is strange for Chelsea fans in that the team is sitting relatively pretty for a change, atop the league table, four points above the Manchesters. So far we haven’t had to deal with the kind of angst that plagued us the past two seasons. Yes, it’s hard to justify complaints when your team won the Champions League last season, but as anyone who followed that saga knows, it was the most stressful possible tournament in which Chelsea repeatedly cheated death, somehow escaping Munich with the big-eared trophy in their clutches. By comparison this Premier League season has been downright docile. So far at least. That’s the main reason I’m concerned about this most recent momentum-killing IB.
I’ve really enjoyed watching Chelsea go undefeated this season – it’s been refreshingly un-stressful. But now the team has to shake off their jet lag (Chelsea players are on a lot of national teams) and get their groove back in time to do battle at Tottenham this Saturday. Add in the weirdness factor that they’ll be facing their old manager Andre Villas-Boas for the first time since Chelsea fired him last season and you have the makings of a potential perfect storm. You can bet your booty AVB will have his Spurs revved up for maximum pride salvaging (meaning AVB’s pride). It’s certainly not the cushy assignment a first place team would prefer to get to ease back into Premier League play after a tiring IB. On the other hand, resuming the season with a dogfight like this may be the best way to get Chelsea back in the full swing of things.
Saturday’s game at Tottenham is a bigger match than initially meets the eye. It is a crucial encounter that could mean the difference between establishing dominance in the league and giving the Manchesters a toehold. The Manchesters do not need toeholds given to them.
Will Chelsea be able to regroup and shake off the cobwebs in time for the big clash with Tottenham Saturday?
Tags: Andre Villas-Boas, Brazil 2014, Champions League trophy, Chelsea European Champions, Chelsea on top of Premier League, Chelsea v. Tottenham, FIFA International Break, FIFA World Cup 2014, Manchester City, Manchester United, Premier League table, U.S. Men’s National Team, UEFA Champions League, USMNT, White Hart Lane, World Cup qualifying
Why Jozy Altidore’s omission from the US National Team is a good thing…
As some of you know, I’ve had some articles published on EPL Talk and a couple of their related sites this year. In anticipation of the U.S.’ World Cup qualifier against Antigua and Barbuda tonight, I have a new article (about Jozy Altidore being dropped from the latest U.S. roster) which is now live at MLS Talk. I hope you’ll check it out!
Thoughts on last week’s big matches for U.S., Chelsea, and FC Dallas
There is a reason this blog has been mute this week, even as my three main teams were in action. And it’s not a pleasant reason. I’m calling out Time Warner Cable as the worst TV/internet provider in these United States! My cable went out first. It was gone for a week, forcing me to watch the Chelsea/Newcastle match at my non-soccer-fan in-laws house. But thank goodness they have Fox Soccer! And their big screen isn’t too shabby either. My Time Warner internet “service” was also out during the cable outage. Services were restored for a week, then this past Monday Time Warner decided they hadn’t quite scared me away as a customer so they knocked out my internet for another week. They finally showed up to repair it Friday night.
Then yesterday, just to kick me while I’m down, Time Warner inexplicably pulled the plug on Fox Soccer Channel in the 67th minute of the Chelsea/QPR match! The horror! I think that was actually worst than not having cable at all because I didn’t have time to crash my in-laws for the game. Of course, Time Warner finally restored Fox Soccer a couple hours later, but the damage to my fanhood had already been done. Time Warner, you are a truly terrible service! I will be dropping them as my cable/internet provider as soon as possible!
Now back to this week’s soccer action…
First, it was a great, relieving win for the U.S. over Jamaica Tuesday night. The U.S. looked encouraging in the first half, rattling the post three times. I started to get that uneasy feeling you get when your team is dominating but can’t quite find the net. But Hercules Gomez finally created some breathing room with his amazing free kick in the second half. The U.S. should’ve had more, and they allowed some nerve-wracking moments during the final ten minutes, but the three points were secured and hope is thankfully alive again for World Cup qualification.
The Chelsea/QPR game was a scrappy one – at least the 67 minutes of it Time Warner allowed me to see. It ended up a scoreless draw, so at least Chelsea retains first place in the league this week. It wasn’t a great offensive Blues performance. Torres was back to his thumb-twiddling ways up top. Ramires was much weaker than usual. Hazard continues to be pretty great though. If his teammates learn to link up with him, Chelsea will generate a lot of goals this season.
On the home front, I was at FC Dallas Stadium last night for the next-to-last FCD home game of the season. It was a must-win match for FCD against Vancouver Whitecaps if Dallas has any hope of making the playoffs. The play was extremely physical, the refereeing atrocious, and Dallas’ strike force woefully lacking in urgency (Blas Perez and Brek Shea looked downright lethargic). The score remained 0-0 until the 96th minute when Julian De Guzman rocketed in one of the shots of the season. Just minutes earlier I had lamented in my mind that De Guzman had done nothing of note since his arrival in Dallas a few months ago. I’ve repented of that lament. The crowd exploded after De Guzman’s amazing goal and it was probably the most exciting MLS match moment I’ve ever experienced in person.
The U.S. men and FC Dallas are off for a while, but Chelsea has a big week ahead with Juventus on Tuesday in Champions League action and Stoke visiting on Saturday. Good times!
What was your favorite soccer moment this week?
Tags: Blas Perez, Brazil 2014, Brek Shea, Chelsea v. Juventus, Chelsea v. Newcastle, Chelsea v. QPR, Chelsea v. Stoke City, CONCACAF World Cup Qualifying, Eden Hazard, FC Dallas Stadium, FC Dallas v. Vancouver Whitecaps, Fernando Torres, FIFA World Cup 2014, Fox Soccer Channel, Herculez Gomez, Julian De Guzman, MLS, Ramires, Time Warner Cable, U.S. v. Jamaica, UEFA Champions League