As some of you may know, a strange championship of soccer games known as the “World Cup” has begun. I was painfully unaware of its existence until some point last week I woke up to a cacophony of screaming, yelling, car-horn-blaring and foot-stomping in our apartment complex.
Apparently, Colombia had scored a goal. It must have been the only one of the day because I didn’t hear any more celebrations for the rest of the day…
Our apartment is on the absolute outskirts of Cali, in the middle of nowhere. Yet at 7 a.m. on a Sunday (whatever day it was, it might as well have been, nobody was working!) it could have been mistaken for the futbol stadium downtown.
Thankful for the wakeup call, I got up and took care of all of my work so I could join in on the excitement. Sadly, since Colombia lost their first game, there wasn’t any excitement to be had, in fact, the whole city seemed depressed.
Determined to be a part of the next round of excitement, I did a little digging to find out about the next game. To my surprise, there are a lot of soccer games going on during the World Cup. I, of course, had zero interest in any of them and was very dismayed to find that the next Colombia game wasn’t for a few days.
Going down to our local strip mall corner store for the game was eery. There was no traffic or barely any noise at all until… our whole entire suburb erupted into all-out chaos!
People ran out of their apartments to honk their horns, other people blew horns from their balconies and everyone was screaming.
I guess Colombia scored. 1-0. Good. Happy people.
Happy, happy, happy.
We ate some wings next door to the corner store showing the game which had a packed patio – the hottest joint in town. Plastic chairs, plastic tables, cold/cheap beer. My kinda place.
I couldn’t tell you what the score was at the end, honestly, I was hoping for a tie so it would go to shootouts and there would actually be something exciting to see…
However, we were there for the live reaction to the last goal which makes me think there is something to this sport… but I just can’t see it.
Anyways, here is what a GOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLLL feels like in Colombia. Sound UP!
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