Last night I went to a World Cup qualifying soccer game between Amurica and Trinidad and Tobago. We won 3-0 and it was a pretty good time. People were on their feet the entire match. I’m a big fan of enthusiam, so that impressed me.
Someone tried, in vain, to start a wave. It’s really difficult to do so when you’re already standing up. I love a good wave and was really hoping it’d get to me. Alas, my desire for waves and herd-like behavior remains.
When we were leaving the game, we caught up with a group of TNTs (folks from Trinidad and Tobago). They had a ton of drums, they were dancing, singing, jumping up and down. They lost 3-0. What gives? They lost and were having more fun, while all the upper middle class americans, clad in new balance and puma, went home and updated their F-in facebook status about how happy they were that we won. Lame. I wanted to be a part of their party, but I didn’t get the invite. So I went to my favorite bar, had some great beer and played foosball. I was wearing a pair of pumas.