This overly festive bakery busted out two Uruguayan flags, one of which was blown by the wind and smacked me as I tried to walk into the place, balloons, and really, really detailed chalk drawings. It was one of three places on a two-block strip showing the game, and the scene in all of them was the same: a counter, and in front, about 10-15 Uruguay jerseys, eyes focused screen-ward.
On my way back from the two-block stroll, I was ready to retake my seat with the Jiminez's at Chivito D'Oro, but as I got prepared to re-pass this bakery for the second time, I noticed something different: they weren't just passively watching, they were, you know, cheering and stuff. Loudly. I went in, and saw what had happened: Diego Forlan had nailed a shot from about 30, 35 yards out, probably the nicest goal of the Cup so far. I should've known better than to get up during a game, even for five minutes - the price I pay is that I missed out on what must have been some raucous reactions. Uruguay went on to win, 3-0, but the rest of the goals were somewhat subdued.