"We Don't Know Too Much About You, But We Want to Welcome You Here"
A college town in Kansas adopted a soccer team from thousands of miles away, and the team adopted them right back. This is the America I know.
Adam Kinzinger
Jun 14, 2026
Hey everyone, happy Sunday. Are you ready for some good news? I know I am.
We are told, over and over, that America has gone cold on the rest of the world. That we have decided the people on the other side of the ocean are a threat to be kept out. That the welcome mat got rolled up and put away for good.
Then a soccer team from the North African nation of Algeria showed up in Lawrence, Kansas, and within a week the whole town was wearing green.
For today's Good News Sunday, I want to tell you about one of the best things happening in this country right now. It is happening at a soccer tournament, and it has almost nothing to do with soccer.
The World Cup is here, 48 teams playing across the United States, Canada, and Mexico. Each team in the tournament picks a base camp, one town to live and train in between matches. Germany set up shop in Winston-Salem, North Carolina. Spain is training in Chattanooga, Tennessee. And Algeria, playing two of its games up the road at Arrowhead, picked Lawrence and made it home for the summer.
What the people of Lawrence did with that is the part I can't stop thinking about.
It started small, with a whole town of people who had never given Algeria much thought deciding, more or less overnight, that this was their team now. Flags went up in shop windows. Folks pulled on the green jerseys. People drove over just to catch a glimpse of the players. And then a local news crew stopped an older gentleman on a Lawrence sidewalk, standing in front of a storefront draped in a whole row of Algerian flags he had clearly just gone out of his way to find.
They asked him what he actually knew about the country whose colors he was flying. He grinned, paused for a beat, and said something along the lines of: not much yet — but we want to welcome you here. There is no agenda in that man. Nothing performative. Just a neighbor, thrilled to his bones that these strangers chose his town, and perfectly at ease with the fact that he has a lot left to learn about them.
The welcome only got bigger from there.
The University of Kansas, the state's flagship school that calls Lawrence home, sent its marching band out to the training ground. They had spent the previous days learning Algeria's national anthem, note for note, and they played it as the players walked out for practice. Think about what that means for a moment.
These men are thousands of miles from their families, living out of a hotel in the American Midwest, preparing for the biggest sporting event of their professional lives. And the first thing they hear when they step onto the grass is the sound of their own country's song, played by a hundred American college kids in red and blue who learned it just for them. Several of the players stopped walking. A few of them looked like they weren't sure what to do with themselves.
Algeria did its part, too. The team opened a training session to the public and spent the afternoon out on the grass with neighborhood kids, walking them through drills, signing autographs, posing for pictures. There are children from small-town America who are going to be telling the story of the day they trained with a World Cup team for the rest of their lives. And the Algerians have spent the last week calling themselves honorary Kansans, falling hard for a corner of a state most of them could not have found on a map two months ago.
But it's not just Lawrence.
This is happening all over the country, in towns you would never expect.
The city of Alexandria, Virginia threw a street festival with an evening of Croatian food and music, and wrapped a city bus in the team's red and white. After crowds in Spokane, Washington flocked to watch Egyptian superstar Mohamed Salah, a brand-new Egyptian restaurant in town suddenly had locals lining up for food most of them had never tasted. All told, 19 American communities that are not hosting a single match still raised their hand to take in a national team and call them neighbors for a month.
There is a story we get told constantly about who we have become. That Americans have soured on outsiders. That we have decided the rest of the world is a threat. That we look at people who do not talk like us or pray like us or come from where we come from and see a problem instead of a person.
And then a college town in Kansas goes and learns every note of a North African country's national anthem, just so a group of strangers feel at home for a few weeks. An old local stands in front of a row of its flags and tells them, in so many words: we don't know much about you yet, but we are awfully glad you came.
That is who we actually are when nobody is telling us to be afraid. The band on the field, playing somebody else's song as if it were their own. The neighbor who knows next to nothing about you and waves you in anyway. We forget it sometimes. The good news is that it takes about one afternoon to remember.
That, my friends, is good news for your Sunday.
— Adam
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And the Heritage Foundation wants to destroy it down to the sand. 
… and I have to say I’m shocked by this. My dad had been transferred from Eastern Iowa (we were halfway between KC and St. Joe, in a VERY rural bedroom community and Kansas was right next door), and when I hit the K-12 school (yikes!), was quickly dubbed “the witch from Ireland” because they thought I talked funny and I refused to join in their weird Baptist activities. They used to think it was great fun to go to the “big city” and wave a bible in peoples’ faces and “witness” to them as though calling people sinners would inspire them to toss everything and follow them to church.
Curiously, they also had an extremely high rate of teen pregnancies and shotgun weddings at 15 or 16. I still don’t get how that religion thing works out all those contradictions. 
It was a miserable year. My school highlight was having to argue with the history teacher that Anwar Sadat was in fact the president of Egypt after he smirked at me for missing the “correct” answer of Nasser. I finally convinced him the latter had died quite some time earlier, which earned me an A for the semester, but hostility afterward for making him look stupid in front of the class (who seemed to barely notice).
But I digress. Have to give them credit for evolving enough to be so curious and welcoming to strangers because this wasn’t normal back in the mid ‘70s.
I too noticed the limited world view the high school kids had; none of them had been outside of America but they had all kinds of opinions 
Thanks for sharing! 
Midterms will surprise a lot of people. We will replace Sen Roger Marshall with a Democrat. 
and PRIDE for awhile. Thank you 😊 for posting littlemissmartypants! 