I don’t want to brag.  Really I don’t. For instance I hardly mentioned, years ago,  how, drunk and ill prepared, I bested a bunch of Spaniards on the beach in Valencia, in a game of 3am pick up soccer.  I just felt that national relations are more important that one man’s exploits.  Sure, my time playing for CSAA’s soccer team in San Francisco were well documented here (Start from the bottom), but  if you are able to isolate from those dispatches the truth of my underlying class and skill through all those self deprecating remarks, you’re an oracle. 

No, bragging just isn’t my style.  So I think I will make only short mention of my latest appearance on the Pitch, this time here in Santiago.      Just a short blurb, a dry one at that, free of hyperbole.  Like, for instance: “Played small role on victorious side by leading team in scoring and assists”.     Or maybe I’ll skip all of that. Yeah, I’ll just skip the personal accolades (as I am wont to do) and instead say that afterwards I drank beer out of 40oz bottles with the rest of MY team, in a  lean-to shack like a Maori tribesman getting ready to beat his wife. And it was good.

Now, I just have to keep hold of this buzz until I make it back to the states tommorrow.

Incidently, to those who blanched at the maori reference.  First, it's a reference to the movie Once Were Warriors.   Second, I am surprised to find out that Indian Insults represent the height of put-down humor here in Chile.  If at any point someone in your party stutters,  mumbles, or otherwise has difficulty with the language (his own or your own), others respond by acting like an American Indian, and the whole group rises up in laugheter.  

Strange.

I prefer lurching around with finger-horns repeating 'Ta-tonka!' but basically, anything that you would do at a braves games will work, which , now that I think about, makes me a bit sympathetic to the whole anti-braves, anti-redskins, PC cause.

Strange Indeed