Hole-y doughnuts.
From the intros of the players, I felt it. I was downright emotional! And I was fighting back tears, as I didn’t want to cry in front of Mister before the Women’s World Cup Finals game had even begun. I mean, come on.
But the excitement was definitely there. And the nerves, too, if I’m being honest. I kind of surprised myself. I never played soccer. I only started watching because Mister is a sports nerd, and I decided a long, long time ago that I couldn’t beat him. So I joined him. Now I watch sports. And I even know a bit about the rules and regulations of the various disciplines. I’m no expert or anything, but I can follow along and understand what the heck is going on. I can also throw a hissy fit when a bad call is made. It happens.
So I watched the final. And I wrung my hands. I paced a few times. Yeah – I know. 2 goals in the first 5 minutes should have calmed me, but I am me, y’all. And when it was all over, I was so happy. All the way around.
I think one of my favorite things about the celebration was cheering Girls. I love that the women athletes of the US team (and all the teams, really) are friggin’ strong. And when they hoisted the trophy, they still got to be girls. It’s one of the coolest parts of my gender. Sure – we can be tough and solid and kick ass. We also get to wear ribbons in our hair and squeal with delight. How cool is that?
Emotional exhaustion is a beautiful thing. I highly recommend it. And cheers to the 2015 U.S. Women’s World Cup Champion Team. Woo-hoo!