Just in case you guys didn’t already know – I know Bob Bradley (US Soccer coach) and Michael Bradley (his son and US midfielder).
Ok, maybe I don’t ‘know’ them, but we’ve played soccer together.
Back in 1993 or so, before either Bradley was famous, Bob was the Princeton University coach. And one summer we had soccer camp with him and Michael tagged along (he would have been about 6 years old). Basically my team pissed him off because instead of taking him seriously instead we were running around and wiping boogers on each other.
Whatever, its more than you guys have . . .
Go USA!
Would’ve been great if they included some videos of all the people sneakily watching from in their cubes at work! My and my coworkers responses were pretty similar: an instant shout of joy cut short when realized that this was not an ‘inside voice’, a half a second pause and look around over the top of the cube wall (upon which I noticed 10 other watching-the-world-cup-on-a-window-ready-to-be-minimized, cautious gophers popping up as well), and then, with the confidence in the numbers, office celebration. “Dammit, we should’ve gone to the bar!”
If it had only been Univ. of Az. football or basketball I might have
gotten excited; who were all those crazies? Gram