Here I was thinking I was all English… until the USA played the UK in the World Cup.
Posted on June 22, 2010 by yankeebean
A lot of my posts over the past year have been about how I’m starting to feel like like I’m half American and half English. In spite of my American genes, I don’t know what’s going on in the news there, I don’t know what movies are out there or what’s on TV there. My vocal volume has dropped by at least 30%, I never tip more than 10% and my love for English chocolate has increased by 100%.
I was really starting to settle in to the idea of being English.
THE WORLD CUP
That’s right… it’s shown me my true colours. Or maybe I should say ‘colo
u rs’, given my recent behavio u r
There I was, thinking, “I’m going to enjoy watching the World Cup this year. I can root for America AND England and it will all be very inclusive and United Nations-y. Pip Pip, freakin’ awesome to combine the phrases of my people…”
But when they played the American national anthem at the opening of the USA v UK game, I shot to my feet like my Grandpa used to make me when I was a kid. When a friend of mine started to talk during it I said, “No Talking! This is important!” – I’m not kidding. I actually said that.
Prior to the game I’d printed out one American flag and one English flag so that Mr. Nice Guy and I could each root for our teams. (We had two Canadian friends over and they brought lots of Canadian paraphernalia, too. We made them promise to break up any fisty-cuffs that broke out between me and my guy.)
I printed out those flags as a bit of a fun and for a joke. But I quickly decided I didn’t have ENOUGH patriotic evidence and scrambled to find my American flag patch, which I fashioned into a badge and wore on my shirt. Along with my red, white and blue skirt and silver sparkly shoes…
I instantly became 100% American. I waved my flag. I cheered for my team. I kept saying like, “Our goalie is really good” and “We’re looking good out there!” and then realising, as I looked around the room, that there was no one else to be a part of my “our”s and “we”s.
But I didn’t mind. It felt good to be 100% American again
I’m looking forward to the rest of the World Cup! I’d LOVE it if America won, but I’d also be afraid to walk down the street by myself – only time will tell, eh?