The board room was freezing at the meeting earlier today, but apparently the building shuts off the air conditioning after five, so it's a little warm in here now as we gather around the TV.
Or maybe it's just the tension of the game: the American defense seems almost flat-footed against the Belgians, who are only unable to score based on the amazing skill of our goalie.
I catch myself saying that a couple of times - "our" - and wonder at myself, who never gave a shit about team sports before.
I make an observation about a Belgian player mouthing what certainly looks like a string of blistering profanity and my German boss confirms, "Yes, they do speak Flemish."
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