Life, Lady Liberty, and the pursuit of the knockout round

Where: Nuremberg, Germany
When: June 2006

This is hours before I attended my first World Cup match on foreign soil (and second overall). We played Ghana in the third and final contest of the group stage and, erm, I forgot what happened after that. I do remember marching through Old Town with hundreds and hundreds of chanting and singing U.S. fans to the train station, and nearly suffocating on said train, and also waiting for the train back to Munich with a very ornery and pissed off fan in an Elvis costume who kept telling anyone within earshot that we weren't taking the loss hard enough. Hey, don't be cruel ...