Monday, July 10, 2006
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
il Holy crap
What a stupendous game. Wow, Wow, and my leg hurts. On a tactical note, Italy was content to hold their defensive shape and let Germany run itself ragged pressing during regulation. They were thusly able to create a lot more opportunities, and win it (deservedly) very late. At which point the Circo Massimo, where I was watching it on a superb Jumbo-screen and speaker setup, erupted. There were by my guess 7000 people total, 600 of which had flags and 6000 of which had beer. I'm pretty sure all the people that had flags also had beer. Vigorous waving encourages thirst. The italian manner of celebration seems to be getting into/onto your vehicle, and driving around honking. Variations include walking around while making honking noises, and hitting friends & passersby on the head with flags, an activity that could well be referred to as bonking.
The taxi-drivers are striking because after recent legislation to encourage a liberal economy, ANYBODY can get a license. This is only important because it has placed a strain on the public transportation system, which went completely haywire after the game. Busses were deviating from their routes, acquiring beffuddled passangers, and dropping them off in devlish locations. I joyously (and somewhat suspiciously) sauntered onto a 105 bus (my normal one) that had somehow drifted near Circo Massimo. My semi-suspicion was justified when I was finally grunted off by the driver, after watching in horror as the bus went due north, made a stop near the Pantheon, and proceeded to cross the river and expunge its remaining passengers at St. Peter's dome. This is the equivalent of getting on a flight to Miami in Boston, having a layover in Ohio, and finally de-planing in Newfoundland. On the long walk home I inherited pizza. Both parties in the transaction completely forgot about the buyer's responsibility to pay. So not only was I treated to pizza, but also the most effusive revelry I will ever witness. Conclusion: Italy rules.
What a stupendous game. Wow, Wow, and my leg hurts. On a tactical note, Italy was content to hold their defensive shape and let Germany run itself ragged pressing during regulation. They were thusly able to create a lot more opportunities, and win it (deservedly) very late. At which point the Circo Massimo, where I was watching it on a superb Jumbo-screen and speaker setup, erupted. There were by my guess 7000 people total, 600 of which had flags and 6000 of which had beer. I'm pretty sure all the people that had flags also had beer. Vigorous waving encourages thirst. The italian manner of celebration seems to be getting into/onto your vehicle, and driving around honking. Variations include walking around while making honking noises, and hitting friends & passersby on the head with flags, an activity that could well be referred to as bonking.
The taxi-drivers are striking because after recent legislation to encourage a liberal economy, ANYBODY can get a license. This is only important because it has placed a strain on the public transportation system, which went completely haywire after the game. Busses were deviating from their routes, acquiring beffuddled passangers, and dropping them off in devlish locations. I joyously (and somewhat suspiciously) sauntered onto a 105 bus (my normal one) that had somehow drifted near Circo Massimo. My semi-suspicion was justified when I was finally grunted off by the driver, after watching in horror as the bus went due north, made a stop near the Pantheon, and proceeded to cross the river and expunge its remaining passengers at St. Peter's dome. This is the equivalent of getting on a flight to Miami in Boston, having a layover in Ohio, and finally de-planing in Newfoundland. On the long walk home I inherited pizza. Both parties in the transaction completely forgot about the buyer's responsibility to pay. So not only was I treated to pizza, but also the most effusive revelry I will ever witness. Conclusion: Italy rules.
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Monday, July 03, 2006
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