Subtitle: How Germany Wrecked Soccer Forever.
The Germans are taking their best shot at wrecking soccer forever. They beat Brasil 7-1 both scoring and allowing goals at a rate of one goal every 11 minutes. This unprecedented display of soccer excitement prompted my friend [rugby guy] to email me here in Spain asking if FIFA had finally done away with the offside rule for the last stages of the World Cup – something he has been lobbying for as long as I’ve known him. When rugby guys are finding soccer interesting there is clearly something wrong.
The Dutch and the Argentines quickly snapped us back to reality one night later buy scoring ZERO goals in 120 minutes – or a rate of zero goals every infinity.
I’m grateful to both these teams for helping me fall asleep during a FIFA semifinal. Try watching that rugby guy.
So I am consoling myself with the most expensive beer that money can buy in Spain – Alhambra Reserva 1925 at under 1 Euro per bottle. Spain is wrecking the way I look at beer too.
Lyrics from the 80’s. My 16 yr old nephew [nephew-in-Spain] was recently exposed to “Come Sail Away” by Styx for the first time. I have a photo of the priceless, puzzled look on his face. “What in the heck in the what?”, is his expression. He’s right. Still, I wish I had a dollar for every time “I thought that they were Angels, but to my surprise, we loaded up the starship and headed for the skies” [2:48 and again at 3:32 in the video if you clicked on the link].
Watch out for the segue, here it comes – I think the guys at Wellington Brewery [right here in Guelph] have too much time on their hands [see what I did there?]. They have been releasing Welly one-offs at an alarming rate. Alarming because I haven’t made it to their brewery every weekend to buy the newest brew.
Looks like my Saturdays are booked for the month.
You can’t believe how hard I tried to make a River Styx comment – like “Wellington Brewery, where the beer flows like the river Styx” – none of them worked.
Today was my visit to the fantastic market in Malaga. I guess the weird thing is that the coffee / tapas bar is in the fish section. You know the coffee is good when they can serve it near fresh/stinky fish.
My brother in Spain and I went to the bar to come up with a buying plan for dinner. While enjoying my Tubo (beer in a long glass) and tapas of anchovies in oil – we listened to an old man complain about the referee in Spain’s last game – not enough yellow cards – and about the guy who’s refereeing the next game – too many red cards. So far it’s just like being in a bar in Canada with futbol instead of hockey.
Here’s your Spanish lesson for the day