It was a dream. It was a dream a year ago when we started things, to go to the World Cup. So we dreamt. And our team was the dream team, reaching down to trap the ball with our hands in a moment of forgetfulness, booting in a goal from 30 yards out in steel toed work boots, answering a prepaid cell phone while playing goalie in sunglasses, wearing soccer shorts on top of blue jeans. So many months later the dream got stranger. We weren’t in Charlotte anymore. (click on picture to see next slide)