There was a brief, sharp shout. I paid no mind and looked down the street to the left and then the right and began to roll into the intersection. Then I heard it again only louder. And a woman in black came dashing out of a house shouting.
“We won!” she yelled as she ran.
Her eyes were flashing. She was barefoot. She held a Mexican flag over her head that flapped as she raced down the sidewalk.
“We won!” she yelled again. “We beat Germany!!”
I turned the corner. She disappeared from my rear view mirror. Still running. Still yelling. The flag still flapping.