After 8 seasons of building and fighting, we have returned to the Worlds Semifinal. This week in Poland, Team USA is Public Enemy #1, as we will face off with the host nation, #2 Poland, on Monday. Jairo has been making quesadillas for us all week, because we don’t want to eat out for fear of food poisoning.
There is an angry mob waiting for us at all hours outside our hotel. Today, in order to get to the arena to practice, we sent Charles Dube out front to distract them while we slipped out the back exit. No one has seen Charles since, and I don’t think anyone cares.
It has been a long journey for us this season, there have been arrests, fights between teammates, fights between coaches, SpF was homeless, wozz was given a restraining order, and I was assaulted by a Polish toddler and am now facing fines and suspensions for betting on NT games. In the end we’ve faced the best teams in the world, climbed steadily up the world rankings, and proved that we belong.
This week namssor and I decided to forgo scouting reports and opponent analysis, instead focusing on making sure the team was mentally prepared for the battle ahead. Sensing our enthusiasm was low, I gathered the players and the staff for one last speech,
"Alright boys. No more tricks, no more magic, on Monday we will face the best team in the Worlds, and a crowd that wants our blood. We have overcome a lot this season, not many predicted us to even be here, but here we are. I want you to remember how hard you worked, except for you Madrid, you ate chips and watched Glee for 2 months. I want you to remember how we were there for each other, except for you Ricardo, you played about 90 minutes and you gained about 90 pounds. Basically what I am trying to say is…F%#@ you Ricardo!!! I hope you…"
Namssor quickly interrupted me,
“I think what jfarb is trying to say is that we are all proud of you, and your country is proud of you. We have a great future ahead of us, but right now we have an opportunity to do something special. I expect all of you to go out there and fight, and to continue to represent your country with honor. Anything you want to add Rambo?”
SpF held up Jairo’s iPad and Rambo’s painted blue face appeared before us over skype.
“Sons of Scotland, I am William Wallace.”
“Oh god…” I whispered to wozz, as Rambo hit play on his boom box and the dramatic music began.
“And I see a whole army of my countrymen, here in defiance of tyranny. You’ve come to fight as free men, and free men you are. What will you do without freedom? Will you fight? Aye, fight and you may die, run, and you’ll live, at least a while. And dying in your beds, many years for now, would you be willing to trade all the days, from this day to that, for one chance, JUST ONE CHANCE, to comeback here, and tell our enemies, that they may take our lives, but they'll never take OUR FREEDOM!!!”
From the awkward silence cheering began. Ismael Grubbs grabbed an American flag and started chanting USA, and Jairo dumped a tank of Gatorade on me. Soaked and probably delicious, I pondered the future of the US National Team program, and I knew that this was another step towards greatness.
Join us, Monday the 18th, at 12:30pm Eastern, 9:30am Pacific, for the Worlds Semifinal.
Last edited by jfarb at 7/16/2011 2:31:18 AM