During the MLB All-Star Game, they recreated the iconic Fourth of July scene from The Sandlot.
Ray Charles’ “America the Beautiful” played, kids rode bikes onto the field, fireworks went off, one of the coolest things baseball has done in a long time.
Me in New Jersey on a diet:
Waitress: “Would you like to see the dessert menu? We have cheesecake today.”
Me: “No thank you.”
Waitress: “Our chef has been here for 50 years. He used to cook for Frank Sinatra, and the cheesecake was his favorite.”
Me: “Bring me the fuckin cheesecake.”
“The one downside of the US having the World Cup is we show celebrities instead of random hot chicks. Like that’s not what the World Cup is about. I wanna see crying old men and hot chicks” -Big Cat
I feel like some soccer fans of other countries are missing a lot of context in their annoyance with American confidence about the World Cup.
The vast majority of us don’t actually think we’re gonna win the whole thing. Even those of us who know very little about soccer know enough to understand our small chances.
But that doesn’t matter. You’re talking about a nation built on a steady diet of believing anything’s possible.
We don’t care about odds. We care about winning. And in service to that mindset, we are more than happy to buy into a suspension of logic and rational thinking.
The thought of being in a competition and not believing we can win it, even in defiance of odds, is incomprehensible to us.
But moreover, what do we lose in believing we can win in a sport that has a mere of fraction of our emotional investment in other sports?
Not a damn thing. We’ve already exceeded our own expectations, so why not push for more?