Mia Fucking Hamm

By now you know that USSF hosted a fan event in Vancouver to hype up the traveling Americans who were there for USA vs. Nigeria. You also know that MIA FUCKING HAMM was there and led the crowd in an “I Believe” chant.

 The tent covering the entrance to the Fan HQ venue.

The tent covering the entrance to the Fan HQ venue.

I’m one of those people who thinks that “I Believe” is incredibly overdone these days, but when Mia fucking Hamm walked out on that stage, I would have done the hokey pokey on command. I was three rows of people away from my childhood hero. I looked into Mia Hamm’s face and lived to tell the tale.

 MIA FUCKING HAMM.

MIA FUCKING HAMM.

The rest of the party was by turns mildly cheesy and great fun. The DJ was a real booster who refused to let the energy drop. He did a very smart thing: at the beginning of the event, he played some fun songs for all the kids who were there, getting them to come up to the dance floor and jump around. They had fun for an hour and got to take pictures with their parents, and then they were done and it was time for the adults. He played some 90s hits, some rock ‘n roll, got the older crowd a bit feisty, and then brought out Mia Hamm to push everyone over into proper rowdiness. That’s when he hit the club beats. The party was just getting started around 11, which was when we left like the old fuddy duddies we are.

It was a pretty swank venue with tons of USSF imagery everywhere and big prints of the players on the walls. Drinks were reasonable (but not Canadian stadium reasonable-both Commonwealth and BC Place have been asking about a fiver for a domestic beer) and poutine was on offer. There were a few hundred people there having a good time. We saw Megan Rapinoe’s mom on the dance floor enjoying life to the fullest.

Not the worst night we’ve spent in Vancouver at all.