“Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito
yo te quiero oh mi corazón
Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito
yo te quiero oh mi corazón” – “Spanish Bombs”, The Clash
“It's like how much more black could this be? And the answer is none, none more black.” – Nigel Tufnel
Forgive me if my memory from that night in Frankfurt, Germany two years ago is a little hazy. It definitely included conversations with members of Germany’s Stampede Wrestling Federation. And yes, the Gypsy Kings, “Volare” blared over the speakers on repeat. There may or may not have been an appearance on Argentina…
“I don’t believe … what I just saw.” – Jack Buck, 1988 World Series Game 1, after Kirk Gibson’s walk off home run off Dennis Eckersley.
Vasco da Gama has dropped his astrolabe.
“I follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change…” – Scorpions, ‘Wind of Change’
“Forza Italia.” That’s the homemade sign I made with magic markers and posted outside my house before the 1994 World Cup Final between Italy and Brasil.
“You got no fear of the underdog/that’s why you will not survive!” – Spoon, ‘The Underdog’
“When I have to watch that pile of eight tapes over there for Dwayne Richards' two-day Nibbler performance, that's 48 straight hours of paying attention and making sure he's doing everything correctly.” – Robet Mruczek, ‘The King of Kong’
The rain in Spain…
In the year 2008 there a few things an American sports fan takes for granted. Games on the television. Beer advertisements portraying males aged 21-35 willing to run through brick walls and or set themselves on fire in order to procure a lite beer, which could be procured at any gas station. A couch.