I sat at my desk Friday eagerly awaiting the results of the draw for the U.S. Men's National Soccer Team. After our disappointing result against Ghana in 2010 and a coaching change, we had struggled to get back on course.
Earlier this year, however, our squad really turned it on and put together the best winning streak in the history of the team. For 12 games, we played magically and forced our way into the top spot of our qualifying group. I had rarely felt so good about the men's team, to be honest.
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As the groups were run off and our name still hadn't been drawn out of the pot by Group D, I started to worry. There's no way we're getting put in that group, I thought. But sure enough, we drew Group G.
This is what some commentators around the world are now calling the "Group of Death." FIFA world power Germany was the first team to be selected, followed by the Ghanaian team that had crushed the U.S.'s hopes not just in 2010, but in 2006 as well.
I immediately started rationalizing. Ghana has been off lately; they're not the same team. We should be able to counter anything they throw at us and contain their scoring. We still have a very good shot at finishing second in the group. Expecting a result here isn't out of the question at all.
Then the final team of the group was selected; Portugal. A team that arguably has the best player on the planet right now, Cristiano Ronaldo. It was done. Our World Cup was over before it ever even got started. It ended the moment we were drawn into Group G, the "Group of Death."
I felt something akin to anger come over me. I certainly didn't want to work anymore. I was planning on taking vacation days to watch the matches in which we were involved. I was really stoked about our chances. We were on fire coming into the World Cup and a good draw would easily see us into the round of 16 and maybe further. I wasn't expecting to win it all by any stretch, but to be competitive, have some good games, and possibly reach the quarters.
There was nothing now. Why care?






