A little update from Buenos Aires. In case you didn’t know, 29 Westside lads descended on Argentina on Thursday, which is a classic day to continue the “52 Thursday’s of Westside” (we have been getting in a scrimmage on Thursday night for the last few years without a miss – roughly 150 consecutive – gotta have goals, right?). After 25 hours of flight/lay over time with only a few privileged upgrades to first class (the rest in peasant class – haha Freddy made it to the front – oh, the leg room and free booze
), we finally got in to the Sol Melia, Buenos Aires. After our Peru trip a couple of years ago, I think we were all expecting the same, fairly seedy South American city – not so. So, back in the 1800’s Parisian’s used to spend half their year in Paris and the come to Buenos Aires – and as such, they brought their architects with them. The two cities have a lot in common – you could easily be confused if you were half gassed. Okay, now down the real skinny . . . hot – real hot, unbelievable
. Sure, it was cloudy and 17 degrees, but the chicks are amazing! Granted, we are all married and good lads, these babes are of the opinion of take no prisoners. Sure, they all want $200 which eliminates virtually all of us (a good thing), but holy crap the bodies on these lasses
. And here I thought they liked my accent. Quite sadly, no –just the Argentinean Pesos in my pocket – best kept for the $3 pints in the pub.
So, dinner is around 10:30, and then people start hitting the bars around 1:00 am. It goes until 7:00 or whenever you are done. No one gives you the “last call”. So, we took advantage of this parting of the rules. I think at this point, I have been up for 35 hours. If there was a card game involved, Sir M would be in heaven. BA is also known for the beef. Being a cook and all, I appreciate a great cut of meat, and done right. Every restaurant so far has outdone the previous one.
Today, we went to the Boca Junior’s game. They are in second place, 6 points behind the leaders. They need to win all three of their last games to win the league (final game against the #1 team). We are all in the side/end-zone, right beside the “hooligans” – they actually call them that and treat them as such. Well, let me tell you, I have been to a few Whitecaps games in my life . . . hahahahaha – this goes without description. 65,000 fans out of their farking gourds with passion. The refs take the field and everyone chants “Punta”. The place is electric. I guess “punta” means bitch. Maybe we can adopt a chant before each game to welcome the 50% b.s. refs in our league? Everyone is jumping, swinging their arms and singing one of about 15 different songs that basically tell the other team they are shyte, their mother smells of old fish, and even after they were done with her, she still wanted more, while waving their arm back and forth similar to the Atlanta Brave’s Tomahawk move. Then they drop 10 million pieces of paper from the top level – it is snowing paper for 10 minutes. shite is on the field, people are going nuts. Fortunately, Boca was in full command, scored two beautiful goals in the first half in our end. Then, scored two fast goals in the 2nd to close it out 4-0. So, when the opposing team takes a corner kick, they have guards with these huge shields that protect the players from getting gobbed on. I swear that these guys get tickets based on their ability to launch a long distance looger with accuracy. I saw a kid literally get punched for taking a wind up to gob on a guy taking the kick. Can you imagine your life as a gob shield cop? So, did I mention the cheerleaders? Downrightun****ingbelieveable. I have been a lot of places, I have seen a lot of things, but I have never seen 20 world class asses with blue thongs rammed up their cracks like this
. Once we get back, this stuff is going on Utube. Truly unbelievable. I want to open up a chain to compete with Hooters. I think I will call it Boca Asses. These girls were off the Richter scale. The 4th from the left taking the first place prize as voted by most of us with my binoculars. We have some classic video footage of all of us laughing and making rude comments along the way. We probably need one of those voice synthesizers to modify our voices so none of us get outed. On the way out, the entire crowd is still singing songs. We have a lot to learn.
Tomorrow, we golf, then have a 7-aside tourney on some ranch. Could be interesting . . .
), we finally got in to the Sol Melia, Buenos Aires. After our Peru trip a couple of years ago, I think we were all expecting the same, fairly seedy South American city – not so. So, back in the 1800’s Parisian’s used to spend half their year in Paris and the come to Buenos Aires – and as such, they brought their architects with them. The two cities have a lot in common – you could easily be confused if you were half gassed. Okay, now down the real skinny . . . hot – real hot, unbelievable. Sure, it was cloudy and 17 degrees, but the chicks are amazing! Granted, we are all married and good lads, these babes are of the opinion of take no prisoners. Sure, they all want $200 which eliminates virtually all of us (a good thing), but holy crap the bodies on these lasses. And here I thought they liked my accent. Quite sadly, no –just the Argentinean Pesos in my pocket – best kept for the $3 pints in the pub.So, dinner is around 10:30, and then people start hitting the bars around 1:00 am. It goes until 7:00 or whenever you are done. No one gives you the “last call”. So, we took advantage of this parting of the rules. I think at this point, I have been up for 35 hours. If there was a card game involved, Sir M would be in heaven. BA is also known for the beef. Being a cook and all, I appreciate a great cut of meat, and done right. Every restaurant so far has outdone the previous one.
Today, we went to the Boca Junior’s game. They are in second place, 6 points behind the leaders. They need to win all three of their last games to win the league (final game against the #1 team). We are all in the side/end-zone, right beside the “hooligans” – they actually call them that and treat them as such. Well, let me tell you, I have been to a few Whitecaps games in my life . . . hahahahaha – this goes without description. 65,000 fans out of their farking gourds with passion. The refs take the field and everyone chants “Punta”. The place is electric. I guess “punta” means bitch. Maybe we can adopt a chant before each game to welcome the 50% b.s. refs in our league? Everyone is jumping, swinging their arms and singing one of about 15 different songs that basically tell the other team they are shyte, their mother smells of old fish, and even after they were done with her, she still wanted more, while waving their arm back and forth similar to the Atlanta Brave’s Tomahawk move
. Then they drop 10 million pieces of paper from the top level – it is snowing paper for 10 minutes. shite is on the field, people are going nuts. Fortunately, Boca was in full command, scored two beautiful goals in the first half in our end. Then, scored two fast goals in the 2nd to close it out 4-0. So, when the opposing team takes a corner kick, they have guards with these huge shields that protect the players from getting gobbed on. I swear that these guys get tickets based on their ability to launch a long distance looger with accuracy. I saw a kid literally get punched for taking a wind up to gob on a guy taking the kick. Can you imagine your life as a gob shield cop? So, did I mention the cheerleaders? Downrightun****ingbelieveable. I have been a lot of places, I have seen a lot of things, but I have never seen 20 world class asses with blue thongs rammed up their cracks like this. Once we get back, this stuff is going on Utube. Truly unbelievable. I want to open up a chain to compete with Hooters. I think I will call it Boca Asses. These girls were off the Richter scale. The 4th from the left taking the first place prize as voted by most of us with my binoculars. We have some classic video footage of all of us laughing and making rude comments along the way. We probably need one of those voice synthesizers to modify our voices so none of us get outed. On the way out, the entire crowd is still singing songs. We have a lot to learn.Tomorrow, we golf, then have a 7-aside tourney on some ranch. Could be interesting . . .
