On our way to women's volleyball, the tube was so crowded, Erin got on a different train than us, then got off at the wrong station, but luckily, we found her (thank goodness we had been there the day before, and old rules about return to the last place you saw someone still hold) so we got into the game with no time to spare (of course, we had time to get some beers). Our tickets were for 3, yes, that's right, 3 totally different areas, but given the fact that these venues have no people in them, it was no problem, and we all sat together. The first game was USA versus Dominican Republic.
Apparently, the entire world cheers against the USA. We didn't meet anyone from the Dominican Republic, but EVERYONE but the Americans were cheering for them. When they would score, they were twice as loud. Even all the Brits, who we thought we had a "special relationship" with, cheered for them. We had the most beautiful little British girl in front of us, who we immediately "bribed" with a small American flag, some necklaces, and a bracelet. We needed an extra fan!
We had a very large flag that we were trying to hold up during the breaks. Erin said that they might not put us on TV because of our beers, so we tried to hide our beers behind the flag. All the people around us wanted us to get on TV as well, so they had lots of suggestions, like "shake your flag more ferociously", and whenever the camera came near us, everyone around us would let us know.
And, it WORKED! Dad called us after the game, Gavin Rountree texted to say that he saw us, and Bo Zimmerman even snapped a photo of the TV for us and put it on Facebook. We were so excited that even though we were all tired after the game (I am so exhausted, I'm running on fumes), we went out to the pub. The two guys who sat next to us, who were from Azerbajan and Uzbekistan, but they live in London, considered themselves our photo directors.
After everyone's Facebook comments that I looked like I was going to a Kenny Chesney concert, I did a little foreign poll. My assumption was that even though to Americans, cowboy hats are more western, or Texas, that to other countries, they're as American as apple pie and hamburgers. And so far, I'm 100% correct. Apparently, cowboy hats are "typical American" and represent American culture to other countries. I'm going to keep wearing my cowboy hat, no matter what the Facebook haters say! USA! USA! USA!
This guy is always playing in the tube station. He's awesome.
Heading into Women's Volleyball Game at Earl's Court
Maya and her dad. He was so cute with her, teaching her things. He also taught us that it's OK to boo in the UK. So we booed. A lot.
In position to get on the telly.
Us with Maya doing the Usain Bolt. We didn't even have to teach her. She was THAT cool.
Maya waving the red, white and blue.
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