This post is inspired in large part by Bradd's post on National pride. Like Bradd I'm an American Arsenal fan.

On May 22, 2002 I was supposed to attend a highly anticipated school formal. Most everyone I knew was excited for the event with the exception of myself because on April 14th I realized I would be unable to attend. Arsenal had just beaten Middlesbrough in the FA Cup Semi-Final at Old Trafford and the moment the final whistle blew my plans for the 22nd were set in stone, there was no way I was going to miss the final.

Fast forward to the 22nd and everyone I know all dressed up in rented tuxedos and gowns, all looking dashing and happy. Meanwhile there would be no limousine for me, and as I was only 17, there would be no pub either. But I didn't care as I sat down wearing my red Freddie Ljungberg top I could almost sense I was in for a special day of my own. Superb goals from the Romford Pele and Freddie would see that prophecy come true.

I knew then on a day where everyone was to be with the one they loved that I was with the one I loved as well.

Sorry if this bored you :)