Sometimes, I don't even know where to begin. Right now, I will begin with David Beckham's toosh, hiene, ass, rear end, bum, cheeks, shitter, tuckass, culo (span.) etc.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009 I saw Spain defeat England (2-0) in the World Cup qualifying match in the Nervion Stadium in Seville. Soccer is, by far, my favorite sport to watch, and if i played sports, it would probably be my favorite sport to play. This game surpassed any expectations that I could have ever had. about any sport--I know it sounds like I'm being melodramatic... but, seriously. I think it reminded me of when my highschool soccer team competed for the state title, and all my friends and I traveled down to Columbus, Ohio, to watch the game. It's also similar because all my girlfriends in highschool had a thing for soccer players, and I'm pretty sure there wasn't one girl at the Spain/England game who wasn't ready to sacrafice her decency just to get close to David Beckham. A couple rows behind me at the game, there was a frizzy haired, Spanish girl screaming "GUAPO, GUAPOOOooo....." every single time he came within 100 feet of the stands. I was one of the lucky one's who actually got within 100 feet of him but only thanks to my friend Alison. This girl woke up at 6am to get to the stadium and buy tickets for 5 of us. Oddly enough, I wasn't even supposed to go, but the guys she bought the tickets for never called her back. Good thing too... We had second row seats at the midfield line.
Being surrounded by Spaniards at that kind of a game is far more intense than any Stillers fan could imagine. Not to mention that we all went to an Irish pub before, and it was filled with rowdy Brits. There were broken bottles all over the streets, a Spanish girl got punched in the face by a drunk Englishman, the police came mounted on horseback, much "boo-ing" and singing of "God Save the Queen" ensued... there was also a decent amount of puke in the street. I was later informed by one of my Spanish friends that one could tell it was British puke; I was very impressed by this cultural observation--British vomit is different than Spanish vomit. After spending enough time at the pub to realize why the Spanish think that ALL people who speak English are culturally ignorant assholes, we decided to go to the stadium. It was crowded, we walked really fast everywhere (which is quite difficult after one has had a few beers), I dropped a fresh pack of cigarettes in a puddle, I was not pleased.
Anyway, we got inside, and it was amazing. I don't really know how to describe all of it, but it was definitely a good game. I am by no means a sportswriter.
4 comments:
I loved your description of the girl who screamed "GUAPO" at David Beckham repeatedly. Yikes!
Oh my. I'm totally jealous...of everything you're doing...but I think particularly of the game. Soccer is amazing to watch. ugh!
Fantastic picture, too. :)
Enjoy your adventures and bare floors and European vomit.
ohhhhhhh goodness. i'm in the great room, which is one of the best places (besides the library...or right in the middle of class) to read funny things, because you really can't, and that makes it funnier.
"I'm pretty sure there wasn't one girl at the Spain/England game who wasn't ready to sacrifice her decency just to get close to David Beckham." <--hahahahaha oh heavens this is so hilarious.
and i agree with lisa - your GUAPOOOooooo description of your frizzy FRIEND was also quite wonderful.
and... i wonder in what ways the spanish and british vomit differ.
my word verification word on this blog is "tessogy" hehe. that's silly.
ps, soccer is so fun to watch... but i'd never even dream of playing it because i'm quite positive that i'm quite terrible.
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