Futbol fan?
A glance from JMOR into the crazed soccer fan world in Buenos Aires..
...A couple of my favorite “are you
SERIOUS?” examples of true soccer fans:
I was shadowing the same doctor that I went to N. Argentina during his
office visits at a hospital. (Another really interesting experience
to compare the hospital and healthcare systems between the 2
countries…) and he was scheduling patients for surgeries to remove
tumors. Seems kind of important, right? So he’s talking to one woman
and says “ok, so we can do Tuesday after 12 because of the soccer
game.” She asked him if he had to do it after the soccer game and he
said very plainly, “Si, la gente puede esperar 2 horas,” or “Yes. The
people can wait 2 hours.” I was shocked! Planning surgeries around a
soccer game?!
One day, there was a game at 4 pm. My laundromat had a sign on the
door that said it was going to be closed from 3:55pm until whenever
the game ended.
During the shootout of Argentina’s last game, all the servers at the
café we were at stopped working and everyone was glued to the tv. One
waiter was closing his eyes, jumping up and down, literally pacing and
holding a wooden cross the size of my forearm tightly to his heart.
He looked so defeated when they lost, and he, like all the Argentines,
looked like he was going to cry...
...crazy crazy crazy!
...A couple of my favorite “are you
SERIOUS?” examples of true soccer fans:
I was shadowing the same doctor that I went to N. Argentina during his
office visits at a hospital. (Another really interesting experience
to compare the hospital and healthcare systems between the 2
countries…) and he was scheduling patients for surgeries to remove
tumors. Seems kind of important, right? So he’s talking to one woman
and says “ok, so we can do Tuesday after 12 because of the soccer
game.” She asked him if he had to do it after the soccer game and he
said very plainly, “Si, la gente puede esperar 2 horas,” or “Yes. The
people can wait 2 hours.” I was shocked! Planning surgeries around a
soccer game?!
One day, there was a game at 4 pm. My laundromat had a sign on the
door that said it was going to be closed from 3:55pm until whenever
the game ended.
During the shootout of Argentina’s last game, all the servers at the
café we were at stopped working and everyone was glued to the tv. One
waiter was closing his eyes, jumping up and down, literally pacing and
holding a wooden cross the size of my forearm tightly to his heart.
He looked so defeated when they lost, and he, like all the Argentines,
looked like he was going to cry...
...crazy crazy crazy!

1 Comments:
At 7/5/06 9:43 AM ,
SarahEliz said...
JMOR sends out her love to everyone in Madtown and is doing well here in BA :)
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