Another Soccer Game

We had another game tonight. My understanding was that it was to take place at 7:50. I was reading in my room; around 6:50 I casually started getting ready, planning on being out the door by 7:00 - plenty of time to get there. On a whim, I checked my email before I left, curious about what time we're going to be playing next week. It was lucky that I checked, because I also saw that our game tonight was at 7:15, not at 7:50 as I had thought. I looked at my clock; it was 7:01.

My house is, according to Google Maps, 1.9 miles from the field. Because Fiorentina played AC Milan tonight, the streets around the stadium are absolutely crazy, and the buses are hardly running at all. I decided I'd have to run for it. I was on the road at 7:04 according to my cellphone, and I made it to the field just as we were kicking off. It wouldn't have been as big of a problem if was had had subs tonight, but we were pretty short on players. Anyway, I was practically sprinting along the crowded sidewalks and weaving in and out of traffic, but I made it there. The game was our easiest so far, the other team wasn't that good and we played pretty well so we ended up winning without too much difficulty.

My night doesn't end there though, because on the way home I casually engaged a young Italian man in conversation while waiting at the bus stop with Pietro to come home. What began with innocent banter ended with me and Pietro deciding it would be for the best if we just walked home. The guy was friendly enough, but he started talking about how the Americans were beautiful, going to great lengths to communicate to me that he thought I looked like Prince Harry, offering me cigarettes (but not Pietro), asking me how to say "dick" in English - things got kinda weird in a hurry. So we got outta there. On the plus side, I was able to more-or-less carry a conversation in a different language (probably leaning towards the "less" half of that equilibrium, but still). And now I'm at home. The end.