So there was only 1 place to see the game in the East Bay and it was located at this pretty shady Mexican restaurant in the heart of latino Oakland.  My fiancee (the Venezuelan) was slated to come with me along with another US Soccer fan.  My gf's grandmother is on death's doorstep, so the fiancee flew out to Philly this morning to see her before she passes.  The other dude bailed about 1 hour before game time.That makes me the lone dude heading down there.  F it, I'm doing this.Get street parking right around the corner from the place, like 1/2 a block.  Sweet.  Head in the door right at 6:00 PM (7:00 kickoff here out West).  The place is jammed already, standing room only.  It's a run down restaurant basically cleared out and just chairs arranged.  I pay the $20 cover and slink off to a spot where I can stand and watch.  There was a security guard posted at the front (and only) entrance.  I look around at maybe 250-300 people, and I'm the only gingo there.  Furthermore, 85% were wearing the Honduran colors.  Me?  I'm wearing my Venezuelan national team jersey (dark red) and a bright red Atlético Madrid hat.  Uf.  Guess who stands out...Within 2 minutes of being there, I get called over from one of the workers there.  He motions to me to come over, and I think I'm gonna get the boot or something.  Instead, he points me to an empty seat very near a bar/service area where he's standing.  I sit down and look at 3 drunk central american fans.  Now this is where the year and a half in Spain comes in handy.  I make chit chat, and text to my friends while I wait out the hour until game time.  I drink a Corona and "salud" my new friends.During that wait, the doors get closed and people are stuck outside... it's simply too packed.  People will be watching through the windows on this one.  Two more gringos get called over and sit/stand in our area.  One of the guys is a HUGE, like 6' 7" and 300 lbs.  Just a giant dude... Oh and he has an American flag with him.  I guess looking somewhat anonymous is out of the question now.  The 3rd dude has brought his 4 year old son with him.  At first blush this seems like a bad idea, but then again, who's going to mess with an unassuming dude minding his own business with his 4 year old son?Game kicks off and Honduras is pouring it on.  I tell the Honduran fans next to me that the US is getting lucky and the Honduras should be winning.  The US was definitely outplayed in the 1st half.  Nothing out of the ordinary happened during half time except some drunk dude wants to bet the giant dude $100 on the game.  I have to translate this.Honduras scores and the crowd goes nuts.  It was a beautiful free kick too BTW.  Better than LDs IMO, which was also awesome.  The Conor MFing Casey puts the ball into the Honduran net with his neck/shoulder.  The crowd is stunned.  The giant dude is screaming and waving his flag around.  People are looking pissed.The US scores again!  This time on another Conor Casey goal.  It was a poor defensive effort by Honduras on that one, and honestly CC almost botched the finish.  The LD scores a beautiful free kick, one of his best ever IMO, and us 3 US fans are going nuts.  The insults then start coming as some of the Honduran fans start to leave.  There were at lest 3 drunks that got dragged out by either their friends or the security guard (an off duty county sheriff).  I think we've got it, and my ticket to South Africa is on like Donkey Kong.  I'm getting text from my buddies like "See you in Pretoria." and "First round in Jo-berg is on me".  I order another Corona.Honduras then scores a sweet goal.  They owned the US defense.  Number 11 is pure class for them, and I don't know why they didn't play him for more of the game.  Ruh-roh... this could get ugly.  They are pouring it on.  PENALTY!!!!  The Honduran fans are going nuts and I'm shaking my head.Then the dude Roberto Baggio's the ball over the bar.  OH MY FREAKING GOD.  DID THAT JUST HAPPEN????The US closes out the last 5 minutes of the game nicely. and the Honduran fans are pissed.  The file out and yell all sorts of stuff at us, some of which I get, some of which I don't.  Many middle fingers and many insults.  The US fan with the kid slips out.The owner of the bar (who is Mexican) has been cheering for the US the whole time.  Partially to protect us and let the patrons know that there's nothing to be done with us US fans.  He calls over the security guard to stand by our section, and the two Honduran guys I've been chatting with stand up and more or less block us from the fray of passers by as the crush toward the door.The owner tells us that it's best to stay for a while, and even offers us beers on the house.  Me and giant dude sit around and sip water while the chairs get stack and the floor swept.  After about 10 minutes the place is more or less clear, but there are a LOT of people outside.  Still not OK to leave.  We wait about another 20 minutes as my 2 Honduran friends tell me their story and explain to us that when the giant dude was yelling "basura" on Conor Casey's goal (indicating that goal was ugly and garbage) some of the Honduran fans took it to mean that the guy was indicating that their team was ####.  Ungood.The owner is still trying to get us to stick around, even though basically everyone is gone.  Giant dude leaves and it seems there was no incident.  I thank the owner for his hospitality, tell the 2 guys that it was a pleasure meeting them and that I wish the Honduras team luck, and I head to the front door.The owner follows me out, and walks me around the corner to my car, chatting me up the whole time.  He watches me drive off.Whew.... that was a close one.  It's probably the closest I'll ever come to cheering for the US in central america... an experience I won't soon forget.