Friday night was the long awaited match of Colombia v Venezuela in soccer. So, a group of us braved the torrential downpours and went out to 82nd street, aka the happening part of town, and in the gringo schmob of norm, found a place (or two) to watch the game.
As gringos, we drew more than our fair share of stares, but fortunately the yellow-shirted Colombians for the most part had other, more important things on their mind. (I was vastly amused by the number of extremely hot women in sexy yellow Colombian jerseys also being completely ignored by the men who were glued to the game…sooo universal!)
Now, I legitimately enjoy watching soccer, but I have to say the highlight of the game was for sure when a lil snowy white owl swooped down to catch a mouse that for some reason had climbed on top of the goal post. The owl nabbed it, flapped around a bit, and then dropped the thing when it was almost out of the stadium (so tragic). But the camera work was pretty awesome…we got to watch the kill in slow motion a few times as well. Nothing like a bit of nature to liven up a sports event!
