Only a surfer knows the feeling.
I was out late, last night, in Paris. Enjoying a variety of spritzes on a fine restaurant patio near the Palais Garnier. The weather could not have been better, still warm with a warm breeze adding the sort of magic the City of Light is known for, and as I sat, I should have felt soothed.
Alas, unsettling business was afoot.
To my right, a large television had been set up to broadcast the Olympic Games currently frustrating the town (businesses empty, cab drivers scrounging for people to ferry etc.) and a troubling scene was playing out right in front of me. Namely, the United States men’s basketball team, featuring a who’s who of generational talents, trouncing Team Brazil in the quarterfinals.
LeBron James and co. had gone up by nearly 40 points and seemed to be enjoying their moment, playing loose and light, smiling etc. but I knew better. Knew they should be bracing for an act of nature unfamiliar and wicked. A Brazilian storm, you see, was certainly brewing south of the equator. Fans of Order and Progress ready to unleash a unified call to bulldoze the referees’ family homes, have the NBA stars erased from social media, or worse, all punctuated with multiple poop emojis.
Rough days ahead.
Unlike professional surfers, I don’t imagine basketball players at the top levels are familiar with Brazil and its passion. While ignorance is understandable, it won’t matter when the Instagram comments come two by two then two hundred by two hundred wishing all manner of ill before punitive cancellation follows.
I know the feeling and a dark and lonely night lies ahead for Team USA.
Candles, please.
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It would be nice to read this article but there’s only 1 inch of free space on my screen. I’d pay for a subscription to be freed from those ads.
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Team USA basketball, where Derek Reilly will find the big dicked black guys he talks about when describing Jack Robinsons deltoids!
Like a Brazzo scorned, or, an Israeli. Seems your pal Lucko Small has too been put in Meta purgo after her open letter. She in Paris too. But without independent blog as an outlet. Sacred blue.
Sports ball,….yayyyyyyyyyyyyy! Next, let’s do spelling contest, and arm wrastling.
Between holidays and strikes I’m surprised the restaurant is open to snivel at you
Yeah but if they played that game on sand at the beach, Brazil would have totally won
I can’t believe I almost read this.
It’s sort of like looking at a wart through a microscope. All the words move around individually yet act as a whole
wart are you going on about?
Unlike you, I read it word for word with false hopes of gaining a sense of the faux culture Chas is experiencing. Yes the sniveling, emasculated Parisian male waiters love nothing more than to impart their cultural superiority upon Americans. And while many Americans struggle with their sniveling, I have found that by speaking faster English they wilt in frustration…go get em Chas!