Stomach falling, heart wrenching disappointment. Sigh. Why do football teams break my heart? I’m not usually the kind of person who buys into national identify. It’s hard to being from a neighborhood in Dallas where quinceanera shops out number grocery stores. I hate empty jingoism and mindless patriotism. But, I really wanted the USMNT to go through. I’m happy for Ghana. It’s an honor for them. But, my heart still hurts.