"Wir fahren nach Berlin"
Yesterday Germany and Argentina tied in one of the quarter-final games of the World Cup. They went into overtime, and finally a shoot out. Germany won.
Its hard to explain what it is about being here and watching the games with people--- because to them its so much more than a game. We, the Americans, all speak in hushed voices about what it is going to be like, the day they actually lose a game.
To further on this point, you can check out this interesting article I just read. I don't agree wholeheartedly with it, but it might give you a better idea of what's going on.
I watched yesterday's game at student housing at Kellnerweg, a street up by the north university buildings. I stood on a table at the back of a large room, the windows blacked out with garbage bags, the game projected on the blank white wall. I probably lost a few pounds just being in that room for 100 and some minutes; the humidity was what one could call palpable. After the game I rode (my bike fixed again, hurrah!) into town with Eileen and her friend Marvin to watch the insanity at the Marktplatz, the main center of town by the Gaenseliesel. Truly outrageous, and I have the videos to prove it. After that I rode home, and changed, and then met back up with Eileen at the Kellnerweg party.
Next week we play Italy.
Its hard to explain what it is about being here and watching the games with people--- because to them its so much more than a game. We, the Americans, all speak in hushed voices about what it is going to be like, the day they actually lose a game.
To further on this point, you can check out this interesting article I just read. I don't agree wholeheartedly with it, but it might give you a better idea of what's going on.
I watched yesterday's game at student housing at Kellnerweg, a street up by the north university buildings. I stood on a table at the back of a large room, the windows blacked out with garbage bags, the game projected on the blank white wall. I probably lost a few pounds just being in that room for 100 and some minutes; the humidity was what one could call palpable. After the game I rode (my bike fixed again, hurrah!) into town with Eileen and her friend Marvin to watch the insanity at the Marktplatz, the main center of town by the Gaenseliesel. Truly outrageous, and I have the videos to prove it. After that I rode home, and changed, and then met back up with Eileen at the Kellnerweg party.
Next week we play Italy.
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