At the beginning of the games we lived in the East Village where every third bar had recently developed a deep and loving relationship with soccer. The behavior of the proprietors may have been a bit whorish, but I understand from expat friends that its important to have a place to gather and watch the games en masse. Plus, if fans were to watch at home they might miss the opportunity to get shit-canned and beat each other up at 9 am, like they could on my old block. So, you know, to each his wasted own.
Since we've been here, nary a mention of the games. Lots of bumper stickers supporting the NRA, but no TVs tuned in to the cuppage. So, if you plan to move up here, you should probably love guns more than you love non-American football.
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