Israel's national soccer (football) team is trying to qualify for the 2008 European Championship, which is the second biggest soccer event on the planet after the World Cup (stupid Italy). The latest round of qualifying matches was held last week and Israel played host to Croatia, a very good team, but potentially beatable the way Israel had been playing lately.
Pre-match photo-op with roommates/weirdos Ilan and Natanel.
Ilan is doing some kind of odd geisha thing with the free fans they
were giving out. Disturbingly, he's actually weirder in person.
Don't even get me started on Nati.
Our seats at Ramat Gan Stadium in...you guessed it...Ramat Gan.
So, armed with Israeli flags and several pints of beer, some friends and I made our way to Ramat Gan (just north of Tel Aviv) to watch the match. It was a great time, we yelled and cheered, learned and used Hebrew curse words (take a wild guess what "ben-zona" means...here's a hint: it rhymes with "son of a witch"), ate gross Israeli hotdogs, and cried when Croatia whooped Israel 4-3. The game wasn't actually as close as the score indicates but the Israelis definitely put up a good fight.
The soccer match is one of the quintessential places to see "Israel" in action. It's basically a classroom to study sociology, culture, and consumerism. Plus the food is cheap. Anyways, I'd write more about it but I have homework to do. Haha, "homework"...when's the last time you said that?
L'ehitraot,
E
Me and Nati hugging it out and wiping away the tears after the loss.
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