Big whoop, you care (finally). So what?
I'm here to talk about meeeeeeee!
Welcome back to my blog.
You missed me, I missed me,
apparently I'm a narcissist now,
growing up is weird. I know.
This week of blogging is brought to you
by my week in Montreal, Quebec with 13 other people.
Squad happened to be the theme of the trip.
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I'm not the biggest sports fan.
My dad bought me a basketball hoop when I was younger
and all the kids on the block used it more times
than I ran along my friends as they rode bikes.
But as a 20-something year old fellow,
I've learned to appreciate sports of all kinds
as long as I have a friend who's deeply invested.
The past three years of my life
I've lived with an avid soccer fan.
So avid, any free time he gets
from teaching, grading, and lesson planning
he spends watching a match of futbol.
So avid, he even watches the female division of the sport.
Let me stop you right there.
I know by typing this I subject myself to criticism,
but I am not sexist.
Even as a gay man, I love women.
Feminist, this guy right here.
However, it's no secret
that many a sport enthusiast
skips becoming invested in women's teams
because "they aren't as athletic" as men.
Obviously, that's bullshit.
If no other sport proves this
it's women's soccer.
As you've probably gather from my intro[or from the hundred of pictures I posted to Facebook today]
I went to Montreal to sightsee.
A few of my friends wanted to watch the Women's World Cup
and I figured that'd be a decent sight to see, too.
What a spectacle it was.
Once I see a sport live,
I have a deeper respect and appreciation for it.
It happened for basketball.
It happened for football.
It didn't happen for baseball.
But it definitely happened for soccer.
In truth, I was fortunate to have my first live match
be the Quarter-final match between Germany and France.
There was so much defense; there was so much offense.
Like the score was only 1-1 at the end of 90 minutes,
but it felt like I was watching the best realistic rendition of Shaolin Soccer.
The 30 minutes of extra time was electrifying.
The Penalty Kicks were a nail biter
as both teams continued to score.
But all great games must come to an end.
Germany won off PKs 5-4.
I feel it important to mention that me and my friends
placed small wagers on the outcome of the game.
I was also drunk off a $10(Canadian) 1L box of 13.5% wine.
That might have had something to do with how into the game I was.
But if you ask me, those sound like the right circumstances
to fall in love with a new sport.
I'll have to admit, though,
the semi-final match between Germany and USA
was slightly less charged for me
despite the stadium finally being near sold out
and two lone German supporters shouting
at the top of their lungs in our section.
Although, that may because my mind was
occupied with something else,
but that's for Wednesday's post.
My friends will tell you the US have played
like shit this season and we're just lucky all season,
but ey, if luck wins you games 2-0 against Deutschland
you might as ride it on out while it lasts.
Hearing a stadium full of Americans, Canadians, and Europeans cheer and chant U.S.A. after that win was surreal.It made me realize how obnoxious Americans can be, but you'd be obnoxious too if you just made it to the Finals.
A win like that bought black americans and white ladies to dance together.
Unfortunately, we weren't able to trek to Vancouver,
but half our crew gathered once again in Baltimore
to watch our girls spank the Japanese.
Chants of Solo and Lloyd filled the room.
I mean... Lloyd score 3 goals in a single game,
one of those from midfield.
How can you shit on that kind of athleticism?
I'll say it once and I'll say it again:
women are amazing.
Word.
