I was disgruntled.
I was sleepy.
I was in sweats.
But all this changed (well, not the sweatpants part) when Risa stole the ball at mid-field and took it...all...the...way...to the...GOAL.
I've never screamed so loud in my life and am now quite hoarse.
This does not bode well for the proselytizing I will be engaged in at tonight's event, but 'tis a small price to pay for witnessing Risa's breakthrough. How do they say it on tv?—"A-goal-a-goal-a-goal-a-goal-a-goooooooooal!"