
Chicago is city of many cultures and people--I can walk outside my condo in the South Loop and two blocks in either direction encounter a three sushi restaurants, two Yoga clinics and two cigar bars.
My experience Saturday was something entirely different than smoking a Havana washed down with a sift of Bushmills.
The US Men's National Soccer team was hosting--more on that later--Honduras in a World Cup qualifying match at Solider Field. In the universe of men's soccer, it was a pretty big deal. Whoever won this match, had a leg up in making the World Cup in 2010. The US won 2-1, and will most likely qualify for the Cup next year.
What made this so memorable, though, was not the action that went on the pitch; no rather it was the atmosphere surrounding the game.

These photos are a mere glimpse of what the scene was like outside the stadium before the game--thousands of Hondurans, all caught up in national pride for their team. Outward shows of emotion, a sense of patriotism that you don't typically see here in the US (although there are Bears fans who might disagree with me on that). Most Hondurans I spoke with flew in from their home country to watch the game. While this soccer match was one in a litany of sports options any American with a satellite dish or mobile phone could have witnessed this night, to Hondurans, this was the center of their galaxy, their sporting epicenter.

The 55,000 or so announced crowd was easily 70-75% rooting for Honduras, which in effect, made the match a rare home road game for our national team (as you can see by the photo of red shirts signifying the minimal US support inside the stadium). When Honduras scored a goal early in the match to go ahead, we felt as though we had been transported to its capital of Tegucigalpa. The crowd erupted in civic unison, even the Honduran media checked their objectivity at the door and shouted through the closed windows of the press box.
As we walked outside the stadium after the match we saw many misty-eyed Honduran fans, knowing the loss could spell doom for their World Cup hopes. I felt a sense of appreciation for their tears--when you travel as far as many of them did, are so emotionally invested in your country and team, why would they not be sad over the result?
Of course, I am a Cubs fan, so I feel some sense of empathy. We know all about disappointment.