Forever mood x.com/Skrillex/status/533314…

No Tim Payne, no party!!!! Lets go Kiwis!!!

Adding Busch Stadium to the list of visited ballparks

Mighty Spain dropping points to Cape Verde... la bendita Copa Del Mundo 2026

So far, the World Cup vibes here in the US have been immaculate. I can't believe we have another whole month of this!

The “American stadiums suck” discourse died so fast 😂😂 Y’all really thought we were living in the slums over here huh? lol

Bro was moving like prime Goldberg

La Concacaf tiene más puntos que la gran Conmebol

America won the stadium war lol Europeans are gassing NRG Stadium of all stadiums

🏟️ American's might just have the best stadiums in the world. Houston's NRG Stadium is INCREDIBLE. 🇺🇸

Enough Fan Fest to last me a lifetime. Headed home to pack 😄

That’s the feeling of freedom

At Fan Fest!

JAJAJAJAJAJA ACABAMOS DE VER UN GOL DE CURAZAO ANTE ALEMANIA EN EL MUNDIAL. 🇨🇼 EL BENDITO MUNDIAL 2026. 🏆🚬

Germany learning Concacaf rn

That sequence of play man… total football

GOOSEBUMPS 💙 Flower of Scotland is an anthem made for the world’s biggest stage 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

The Scots took over Boston. So cool to see them sing the national anthem on the TV feed.

US Soccer Summer hitting like a freight train

This Party in the USA x USMNT edit will have you believing we’re winning the whole damn thing

USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving. Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free. I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these." "They just come with the table, man." They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner. This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat. I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared. "Did we…?" "Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless." Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined. My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude." Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man. I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy. Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived. I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most. Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.