One becomes very conscious of time zones if they become a fan of soccer. Why? Because usually they are trying to watch games that occur on other sides of the world, and we want to watch them live. Normally for me in the states that involves getting up early and watching games between 9 AM and 3 PM on weekends. That's never been too bad. Yesterday was a very surreal experience for me and it is attributed to differing time zones. There's a great article at Pitch Invastion about this.
I went to FitzPatrick's Pub last night to take in the Croatia v. England, and France v. Serbia matches. The England match was brilliant, and although the French won their game, I was hoping they would lose or tie, and Domenech would be fired. But nevertheless they won and Henry scored so I can't be angry. My friends and I then went to the local park, where lots of students find a nice little spot to sit down drink, and chat with close friends. But when we went are separate ways at about 1130, the night was just starting for me.
I went home, and played some video games till 2, still buzzed, I found a live feed of FSC on my computer and sat down for the next 2 hours, fighting sleep, slightly buzzed, but pumped for the US soccer team. There is something special about staying up to an ungodly hour to watch the team you love. I'm used to waking up early, but this was a different experience. I don't know if it was the buzz from the alcohol, the adrenaline of being on the verge of sleep, or watching the US play a good game of soccer and beat down Trinidad 3-0. I woke up groggy and disoriented, but having no class is was OK.
Now I'm going to do it all again Sunday with the RailHawks :-D.
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