This week is going to be light on posts due to family obligations.
For as long as I can remember, I have been proud of my country and proud of being an American. I don’t know how I “got” it, but from a young age I seem to have had a sense of how great our country was in the history of the world. I remember decorating my banana-seat bike with handmade decorations for the July 4 bicentennial celebration in 1976 and riding up and down the neighborhood street, proud to display my patriotism.
Some of the most moving memories I have are when American teams dominated competitions against other countries, like in the Olympics or in international competitions for a specific sport. For instance, I remember when the American hockey team beat the Russians for the gold in the “Miracle on Ice” at Lake Placid in the 1980 Olympics, one of the greatest upsets in sports history.
Still gives me chills.
The guys on that team were our standard-bearers, the heroes of our country, for being the upstart David against the seasoned Goliath. Jim Craig, Mike Eruzione, Mark Johnson, Rob McClanahan — they did us proud, and we all celebrated with them as they defeated our arch nemesis. I’ll never forget the sheer joy of that moment and the unbridled pride associated with it.
My patriotism has been so consistently strong that recently, while I didn’t actively root against an American team, I found myself cynically hoping that one would lose. Why? Because the team I’m thinking of has been infected with woke nonsense that leads them to stupidly complain from their privileged platform about how terrible America is, while kneeling and refusing to sing the National Anthem.
The perennial top-ranked team in the world and two-time defending champion, which was trying to win a record third cup in a row and an unprecedented fifth overall, was eliminated by Sweden in a pulsating match that needed 120 minutes of play in the field and a record seven rounds of penalty kicks before Sweden prevailed, 5-4.
Sweden, ranked No. 3 in the world, advanced to face Japan in the quarterfinals Friday.
For the U.S. women, it was their earliest exit in the 32-year history of the World Cup, having advanced to at least every semifinals before this distinctly devastating disappointment.
Now, the USWNT is left with many questions about itself and the direction it takes from here.
Good. Couldn’t have happened to a more deserving group of females. The attitude and disrespect for citizens like me (after all, what is a country but its people?) who love this country has soured a lot of us on their team.
Most glorious of all is the karma-like exit for Meghan Rapinoe, the blue-haired lesbian activist (who some say bullied other players into kneeling for the national anthem) leaves the game with an embarassing performance on a clutch play — a penalty kick — that with her experience should have been as natural as tying her boots.
I don’t revel in her humiliation. What I enjoy is that her failure diminishes her stature as an anti-American voice. If she had been the heroine of the game, scoring on that kick and thereby winning the game, she would have been fêted and given a platform from which she could spew her anti-America garbage. This way, she’ll be asked about how it felt to lose the game for the team.
I joke. No one’s going to ask her that.
But they will ask her about the loss and how it felt to choke and the pressure. Any interview she does will be from a position of failure, not success. And while she has had a stellar career that will maintain her credibility, she will always walk under the shadow of going out a loser. And no one cares what you say if you don’t perform.
She humiliated the country with her woke garbage and now she has to live with her own personal humiliation. Not that I expect it will humble her at all.
Women’s soccer star Megan Rapinoe, who has been accused of poisoning her teammates with her toxic attitude, was lambasted by critics after she missed a crucial penalty kick that resulted in the US team being eliminated from the World Cup and then laughing about it.
Rapinoe, a notorious “woke” scold, was playing in what would be the final game of her illustrious career, and in a defining moment when she could have come through for her teammates and the country, the 38-year-old lesbian not only completely missed the net on the free kick, but was caught by the cameras snickering about it before crying as her defeated team walked off of the playing field in Melbourne, Australia.
A lot of Americans are unhappy with the team. A sampling from X and from the NY Post.
You know what they say. Get woke, go broke.
And good riddance.
If they’re smart, the team recalibrates now that Rapinoe’s gone and they contemplate the “many questions about itself and the direction it takes from here.”
Maybe they can start with love of country.