What's the etiquette on reserving tables in crowded bars? Does it have an entry in the DSM4?
2: Might makes right. The bars in NYC -- at least 4 years ago -- were taking reservations for tables, and they were long gone by game day. But otherwise, you can hold a table until someone gets tired of looking at you by yourself and sits down with friends.
3: And then you have a bunch of new friends!
What about multiple tables joined together? Is it a spectrum disorder?
Reinforcements have arrived!
I like the statistic that there are 150 RVs for rent in South Africa; the Dutch fans rented 120 of them; the other 30 were said to be "in need of service" or something. The narrative is, man, these dutch fans are CUH-RAZY!
Got a vuvuzela? Trade it in for a KFC Double Down!
3: As one of the match commentators never tires of pointing out, "possession is nine tenths of the law".
I'm hoping for a repeat of the Dutch War of Independence, but I expect that Spain will eke out yet another 1-0 victory, thus allowing American non-fans to make fun of the low scores.
Last time the weather here was really nice (unlike the sticky stuff we have now), and I watched it on a big screen in Government Center. There was a great huge spontaneous parade through the North End when Italy won. I'm not sure what would have happened if they'd lost.
I watched it last time in a bar in the East Village, and had the sad honor of explaining to a 7-year-old French boy with tears in his eyes wondering why the cops and firemen were whooping it up with lights and sirens that beaucoup de flics et pompiers sont d'origine italienne.
That kick to the chest was dirty. Stay classy, Oranje.
That guy is going to have, like, thirty goddamn nipples.
Can someone explain to me what just happened with the corner and the "sportsmanship" thing? Is it that you're not supposed to shoot from that far? Was it an indirect kick? What were they saying about what would have happened if it had gone in?
Ah, the stop of play was from an injury. I see.
Netherlands seems determined to ensure that Spain doesn't dive too many times.
De Jong learned at Miyagi's knee. And then joined the Cobra Kai.
16-7: Wait, so explain it to me, if you would?
Ned was returning ball to Spain, but kicked it to casillas in a way that made a save necessaryish-unintentionally. That lead to a corner for Ned. Since they were tryig to give it to ESP keeper, they just passed it to them.
Sportsmanship, and whatnot.
Huh. So it was in play but the Dutch were giving it back, voluntarily, because someone got injured. But that injury didn't stop play or make the ball out-of-play?
I think keeper tried to punt it out high and upfield- conventionally a sign to stop play. I may be wrong because they showed replay over the action.
But one can infer that was effectively what happened, or some close analog. This they teach you starting in youth leagues, though i bet it galled the hell out of those rough Neds to play nice.
Someone was hurt, so Spain (who had the ball) kicked it out of bounds to stop play. That gives the ball to the Dutch officially, but sportsmanship dictates that the ball should go back to Spain who already had it. So they just kicked it to the goalie (which gives the ball to Spain but in a way that lets everyone set up so no one has an advantage) but it took a weird bounce and nearly went in and the goalie blocked it. So they got a corner and just gave it back to the goalie as they'd originally intended.
The interesting point was what would have happened had the ball *gone in*. The announcers suggested that sportsmanship would dictate letting Spain walk the ball into the goal. But it's hard to imagine a team actually doing that.
Some years ago a Dutch player in the English Premiership actually got into trouble for taking advantage of the opponent being a man down and almost scoring. Everybody including his own team mates barracked him for it.
This better not go to a shootout because I have other things to do today.
That is what I kind of predicted, though. Except I forgot that I could watch on Univision.
Neds very effective campaign of hard fouls knocked Esp of their game. That left Esp effectively playing Neds game. Neds have more practice playing that way. Unless Esp looks more like themselves in the overtime, Neds wins. Icky.
In a shootout, no one wins. Well, except the winners. And I guess the people who enjoy watching a game decided through something other than the kind of game they had been watching.
I don't care how we win the game, as long as we do.
Uh, guys, you're supposed to go to the other side of the field.
Also, the Spanish dudes are so small next to the hulking Neds! Looks like an U16 vs adult game.
Yet another confirmation of the rule that third place games are more exciting.
The Joy of Cesc? No. Wide right. Laces out, Fabregas.
& besides, the dutch have so much moral superiority in football they can burn a bit.
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Some years ago a Dutch player in the English Premiership actually got into trouble for taking a
dvantage of the opponent being a man down and almost scoring
The gentlemanly US Senate is said to have similar decorum.
Why does Google give more celebration balloons to Spain ?
http://www.google.com/logos/worldcupfinale10-hp.gif
For a second overtime, the Dutch team can add three Germans and the Spaniards can add three
from the Oriental Republic of Uruguay, according to my neighbor who has been refilling his stein.
Hey, my flash player just crashed. But the yelling from an apartment across the block suggests a goal.
Someone wins! Now I can leave happy.
The spirit of international cooperation won.
I'm certainly not going to check myself.
Spain won, for those with a more concrete focus.
Look at all the crying and man-love. Clearly this a foreign sport.
I'm relieved it's over. I've had an earworm going on for three weeks involving the phrase "world cup" set to the tune of Deee-lite's "World Clique".
Torres came on just in time to get hurt again. So his personal streak lives on.
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I loved the announcer's reference to one of the Dutch player's "sarcastic walking."
We're having a debate as to whether the official World Cup song is the K'naan "When I get older..." song, or some Shakira song called Waka Waka that I've never heard before and seems clearly worse. Anyone?
I thought atonal tooting on those big, plastic horns was the official song.
Even I know that the Waka Waka song is the official one, for lo, I heard a lovely and charming NPR interview with the people who perform it (not the Shakira component, but a group called, I believe, Freshly Ground). Waka Waka means a variety of things in african lore, and people remember it from childhood.
57: "sarcastic walking" is good.
people remember it from childhood
What kid doesn't love Fozzie Bear?
56: Like the dancing-hulagirl tattoo?
A bit late with that, I know. Still.
59: Apparently there were a half-dozen version of the K'naan song. They're all linked in this rather political post.
Bave and Smearcase and I got drunk and went down to Coney Island, where Smearcase and I went skinny-dipping. It was some salve for that loss, and some celebration for S, who supported Spain. Bave was unable to partake, being agnostic about the whole existence of "sport."
Sport exists. It's just a little hard to care who wins.
It was some salve for that loss
van Bommel and de Jong killed whatever affection I might have had for the Dutch team. Their winning would have been a travesty.
(Or, as someone put it more pithily on Twitter when Iniesta scored: "Fuck you Holland. Die in hell.")
I agree with 68 and was only vaguely for Spain and that at all because I kept thinking about tortilla espanola and Almodovar and La Sagrada Familia and my hot Madridnik conversation section teacher five years ago at Middlebury and stuff, and don't have many favorite Dutch things. The skinny dipping was less a celebration of Iberian victory and more a continuation of the genteel depravity of the preceding 24-36 hours and also me taking advantage of being around people who make me feel spontaneous. This suddenly feels oddly personal for the comments section or at least this thread. Eh, so be it.
Sadly, the Buster Keaton Coney Island film does not appear to be online in its entirety.
Little joke from Woody Allen's Love and Death that for some reason really amused a lot me and pops up in my speech.
All the van Bommel hatred comes from sour losers who thought Wanye Roony was the world's best striker and needed something to bitch about after their pathetic little team once again flamed out.
But we're not bitter.
Goddammit Spain.
Can't even hate them properly. I wanted Spain to do well, but not this well. At least it wasn't Portugual.
68 is about where I'm at.
It's profoundly odd for me to see my peers turn out for sports. I'm not the most alienated person I know by far. I think of myself as having ended up almost disappointingly well-socialized. I feel like there's a kind of stunted political growth that never gets past "nerds vs jocks", and I'm wary of it. But then something like the World Cup comes along, and I'm all whoa! All these people whom I thought were actually more alienated than I suddenly flock to bars to cheer teams! Vertigo, I tell you.
70 makes me want to RTFA of Mister Smearcase.
On the appreciation of sports and arts, I just read Hazlitt's "The Indian Jugglers" and recommend it.
I have to admit I'm sometimes surprised by people who pay attention only to spectacles like the Olympics or the World Cup. I don't follow every Olympic sport or all of World Cup qualifying, or even all of the Champions league or other club leagues anymore, but I feel like I watch enough to maintain a connection. Unlike a sport like baseball, where I watched only the playoffs for a while and then pretty much stopped altogether.
There was supposed to be a link to the Hazlitt.
Talking about nekkid people, I just watched Bertolucci's The Dreamers. I was pleasantly surprised, what I'd read hadn't led me to expect much, but it was a really tender and sweet film about, in the end in spite of all the weirdness, soixante-huitard gauche caviar incestuous weirdness, was about first love and infatuation. It also did the full on nudity and sexual explicitness in a good way that wasn't pornographic, but rather an integral part of the story. That in contrast to Lust, Caution which I saw last week and which took the sex well over the line to soft-core porn. (No, I hadn't intentionally placed two NC-17 flicks right after another in my Queue, it just happened.) I'm not sure if non-film buffs who haven't done the time in repertory cinemas will find it as much fun, but who knows.
ok, but who won?
The fucking octopus, as always.
It seems the creative edits have begun.
Van Bommell can still be seen in this years world cup practicing his particular form of butchery. His preferred cuts of meat are ankle, shin, knee and thigh and he prefers his meat tenderised.
At least Casillas scored, all over the internet.
& was the small white-ish creature who scored born in Area 59?
Finally it's a miracle that the only Spanish player to walk off the pitch injured wasn't actually fouled in a butcherish way. So much for the world's perception of the Netherlands; reality is in line with perception, once again.
or the boring comments to the point of everything being bo-reeeng.
ok, but who won?
The fucking octopus, as always.
Excerpt from the unfinished script of The Seven Spongebobs.
Less than a year till the Women's World Cup in Germany - soccer that the U.S. is actually good at.
I'm not sure if non-film buffs who haven't done the time in repertory cinemas will find it as much fun, but who knows.
so what's the prerequisite class for The Dreamers? I half-watched it several years ago, but in a state of prejudicial harrumphiness.
74: can you hear that violin? I thought the Dutch were aiming to be this year's Brazil, the disappointing and surprisingly cynical and vicious eventual winners. Germany were this year's Holland, the best team in the tournament who never win it. Brazil were this year's England, overhyped failure. England were this year's Slovakia - just happy to get out of the group. I expected Spain to be more like, well, Spain - chokers. But perhaps I meant I expected them to be this year's Portugal.
88 is making me make myself dizzy.
88 is making me make myself dizzy.
It's easy-peasy, Bear. The US was this year's, uh, Florida!
Once the World Cup got down to Spain v. Netherlands, I definitely wanted Spain to win. (Among other reasons, Dutch = Afrikaaners in my mind, unfair though that may be to current generations of the Dutch. Plus, they were acting like dicks.)
But, oh, how I wanted Ghana to hang on.
91.2: That was such a painful ending.
I thought the official World Cup song was that five-second-long "I-a-wa Ma-wa-re" thing that accompanys the 2010 logo with its 2005 copyright.
