Baby, You’re a Rich Man was blasting through my internal speakers before this travesty happened. With the US leading 2-1, the bar was super charged and the US only had to get through penalty time. The table was prematurely celebrating which felt like the right thing to do at the time. Sam, Hurricane, and myself all had some money on the game with Sam and I getting 3 to 1 on our action and Hurricane getting 8-1. Dollar signs were blinding our vision obviously. Super good looking Ronaldo crosses to an African guy from Europe and souls were crushed.
The plan was to storm out of the bar and start rioting with the amped up crowd at Fado. As such, we went home dejected and not even Rita’s could lift the spirits. At the start of the game if you would say that we would have tied Portugal, everyone would have taken it. In actuality, this was the USA’s game to win.
Overall the environment was charged up and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have a good time. For a Sunday Evening, it was definitely different. After the game I went home and slept from 9pm until 7:30 because I was beat from the weekend. Playing 4 or 5 games of basketball while hungover was near death. My body is achy today and I just want it to be Friday again.