I was walking down the street earlier today when a rogue soccer ball went flying past me. It belonged to a group of Caribbean guys in front of me on the sidewalk. Being a little spacey still from too much computer time, I pick it up and toss it over instead of kicking it like most anyone who’s ever been around a soccer ball would do. They good-naturedly invite me to play which I decline, explaining I’m more of a baseball guy.
They look a little puzzled for a moment and then one of them says, “Yeah, you’re American. You don’t know how to play, right?” And then it was kind of an odd moment when I thought for a second that I should know how to play soccer because I live in Crown Heights, and then I remembered that Crown Heights is actually in New York City. I forget this sometimes, which is kind of cool.
One response to “Sidewalk Soccer”
Just don’t forget, in their world it’s called, “football”. Next time, pick up the ball, walk over to them, and teach them a soccer lesson they’ll never forget. 😀