June 2006


Personal Hell

If I were to write a script where I was putting myself through hell, it would look something like this:

I arrive somewhere not realizing that “somewhere” is on the verge of breaking out in celebration or protest. I check into my hotel and am warned that a private party might be disruptive. I stay anyway.

Venturing out of my hotel, I walk toward an area with restaurants, passing heroin addicts actively shooting up on the street—the girl I pass has so many needle marks that her arm looks like it is suffering a bad case of chicken pox.

Wading through a massive crowd of people shouting excitedly and patriotically because their team won, I find an inexpensive Chinese restaurant that lacks air conditioning. I then re-wade through the crowd back to the hotel.

Along the way, a normally docile people are still shouting patriotically, flying the flag, and honking their horns because they are of limited IQ.

Where is this? Well, obviously its Frankfurt tonight, but it could be Bloomington the day that IU fired Bobby Knight—the only difference being that I didn’t see heroin addicts that day in Bloomington.

4 comments to Personal Hell

  • Reading all this actually makes me happy that you didn’t watch the game with us on Tuesday. You call Germans, daring to be patriotic once in their lifetime, limited of IQ? Leave us a little bit of joy about “us” in the Viertelfinale. At least we are good at soccer though we can’t manage our economy well enough…

  • Annie, I didn’t name names when it came to calling people that shout patrioticallcy, fly the flag, and honking horns of limited IQ.

    Applying this blindly would force me to call many Americans stupid–and I’m willing to bet that more amerikans fall victim to my “limited IQ” statement than Germans.

  • I heard the horns blowing all night long…EVERY car seemed to be doing it and I live on a busy road….oh well…at least Germany won.

  • I’ve heard honking horns and people shouting several times during the World Cup tournament; so far, the noisiest fans in my neighbourhood are those rooting for Ghana or S. Korea. Personally, I prefer quieter forms of public fandom, and sport bars or private homes seem to be the perfect venues for noisier celebration. 🙂