My sister lived in Madrid for like 8 years. Now in Barcelona...If you need any hookups or whatever let me know.
I think Germany is gonna make it in the penalty shootout...
Thanks man...I actually went through a park and got some awesome hash off of a West African guy...but if you have someone reliable who doesn't make his livelihood off of ripping off tourists, I'd owe ya one.
So anyways, here's the email I wrote to my family:
In the past 24 years of my existence, I can pinpoint the two craziest
nights of my life. The first was February 5th, 2006, when I was in
Oakland for the Steelers Superbowl win. That was meaningful for me
because it was my team and I was a part of what was going on. I blacked
out on Southern Comfort, put on my high school football helmet, and ran
down the streets tearing down marquees, flipping over cars, and setting
them on fire. The police were against us. They set up a row of cops on
horseback to stop the raging mob of 40,000 students as we carried kegs to
the Cathedral of Learning and starting scaling the walls. People were
bodysliding on the asphalt.
Luckily, that prepared me for June 29, 2008. Last night was the craziest
thing I have ever seen. Every human being in Madrid between the ages of
14 and 29 went to the Plaza de Colon where Nike had the game set up on big
screen TVs. Once I got there, I realized that everybody there was either
wearing red and gold (awesome colors by the way) or were half naked.
Since I didn´t bring any colored t-shirts, I did what any self respecting
foreigner would do and took my shirt off. The plaza had to have had twice
as many people as the full capacity of Heinz field, if the fans were also
allowed on the turf and not just the seats. In America, the firefighters
and police try to ruin people´s fun. They give you underages for open
beverages. They frown upon raging mobs and watching games from on top of
portable urinals. In Spain, the firefighters sit on top of their
firetruck and join in the fun by turning on their hose and spraying the
crowd (not as a means of crowd control, but because it is fun). The
police not only do not frown upon open beverages, but they drink with the
15 year olds. If they were going nuts over football instead of futbol I
would have been in heaven. But what a hell of a way to spend my first
soccer match.
After the game was over, the city erupted. Check online and see if there
are pictures. People were running over the top of cars as the cars were
driving down the street. Any car that stopped at a light pretty much got
shaken by a violent mob of people. The subway cars were rocking back and
forth. I learned about 10 different Espana chants. Cars were honking
their horns to national anthem until about 8 in the morning. Nobody went
to sleep. Nobody. Everybody in the city was partying like it was 1999.
Except it was 2008. And the police encouraged it. It was complete
mayhem. People wrapped the Spanish flags around their back like a cape
and started running through the streets. And I never saw a single fight
or arrest. Although I did see a kid get hit by a car harder than I´ve
ever seen someone get hit by a car. The driver pretty much forced his way
through a crowd and wouldn´t take no for an answer.
I´m not sure if words can express the experience I had last night, and I´m
sure I´m not going to remember half of it. Hopefully you keep this email
so when I get back you can remind me of what I wrote.
I still like the Steelers better, but this riot was a cross between the
Steelers Superbowl and the assassination scene from Once Upon a Time in
Mexico.