Ahh yes. Good 'ole football. OR SOCCER. That's one thing I haven't been able to grasp - calling soccer 'football', and trying to illustrate American football by referencing rugby. And what the hell is a fish fillet (fil-let)?! It's 'fish fil-LAY'! Anyway, back to the match. It was my first time watching a live but unofficial soccer match - the Taiwan National team (or something) versus a foreign club team...the equivalence of a Knicks vs. All Star Team game. We went to support a couple of our Shane teachers who were on the club team, and to provide comforting smacks on the bum when they lost. The National Team was just too cool for school.
Tour buddy Trent was kind enough to patiently explain the rules in soccer for me. I, on the other hand, was tipped off half a beer trying to follow the play and listen to the rules with x-ray goggles on the goalie, all the while holding in my pee. Multi-tasking can be such a bitch.
Afterwards, we went to a Roxy Junior's - a little cafe bar with outdoor seating - for a few beers and some people watching. Or, in this case, a little teacher on teacher action...
TBT.Meet tour buddy Trent. You'll be seeing him in a lot of my videos and crappy pictures. He's a towering 6'2", useful for scaring off locals with his dashing foreign appearance and it's like walking around with a get-out-of-jail-free card. He can get away with eating on the train and running red lights. I sure as hell can't. (No eating or drinking on the train? Absurd, I know.)
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I'm actually 6'4" buddy. And I think 'dashing' is a poor choice of words for why I scare off the locals.
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