Whether it was the little chubby USA fan raising his shirt after a goal, Michelle and Barry eating a dinner on a historic ottoman in the White House (Michelle drinking a 312?) or a black guy in Uncle Sam gear at a bar, America was riveted yesterday. Personally, the 105-degree temps had our asses firmly planted on the couch. For one July afternoon women’s soccer really mattered. It doesn’t go away without one look back at the fun.