Stuck at work trying to watch (surreptitiously) the most crucial match of your beloved national team's World Cup is a difficult experience. When they almost go down in the first few minutes, then conspire to miss chance after chance while you attempt to sneak a glance here and there, it's nearly enough to make you crazy.


When they score the winner at the death, with their, and your, World Cup a literal minute from being over, it's maddening. I couldn't scream, yell, jump up and down, or do any of the things I would normally do in this situation. I'm stuck with a muted guttural reaction, a beaming smile that makes me look like the office creep, and a need to walk off two hours of built-up nervous energy.


But damn is it sweet.


I have no other reaction than to say that I'm ecstatic they found a way. I'm happy Donovan scored the goal, I'm elated the postmortem can wait, and I'm looking forward to do a celebratory live edition of the American Soccer Show this evening.


Are they good enough to go enough further? I don't know, and frankly, right now I don't care. Ask me tomorrow.


Video. Because I could watch it 6000 times.