I'm quite familiar with being the odd ball out. Hello, I lived in a small city in Korea as a white foreign woman for 11 years and walked around with a half shaved head. So walking into a packed bar on in Little Portugal on College Street, a bar that was buzzing with Portuguese soccer fans and me being one of the few Poland fans, didn't really stir much in me.
Poland played Portugal today.
Soccer is like a religion to the Portuguese.
I picked out a total of 3 of us among those present who were cheering for Poland but none of them were at the table I was sitting at. The other two had a table against the far wall, close to the front door. "I guess you shouldn't tell them you're a Polack", a friend told me and on that I leaned over the table and told the random stranger at my table "I guess I shouldn't tell you I'm a Polack!"
Poland lost to Portugal via a shoot-out after overtime. It all came down to a few kicks from a few players. What a way for Poland lose the game but what a silly way for Portugal to win it.
I'm not a big soccer fan. I watched it today because Poland was playing and I would have loved them to put the Portuguese team and fans in their place. But the players are so overly dramatic when ever they get the slightest injury and too many times I was left there shaking my head and rolling my eyes. In boxing we get hit non stop, that's the natural of the sport, but you don't see us rolling around on the ground and playing it up. We stay standing up and continue on.
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