It's still Ramadan, and one thing I have really enjoyed is the intense foosball games that go down outside our apartment at night. Starting around 8pm, 2 foosball tables appear and the games begin.
The table on the right is for the younger kids, the table on the left is for teenagers. I love how everyone standing around the tables is completely still and silent until the ball drops, then goes crazy. And I love how this happens over and over, and over, and over. The games will last until about 1am each night with players coming and going, but games never stopping. The competitive yelling echos through the streets (and our apartment), and Sean said he's seen fights break out over the outcomes of the game.
As the owner of a foosball table myself (although it sits in my garage and I haven't played since senior year of college), watching brings back some good memories. The last time I remember playing was against Sean's friend Brian Brown, who thought he was good until he played me. After our first game, "Rematch!" After the second, "One more!" It's hard to stop playing without a victory. I am sure Brown would be trying to jump in on a game if he were here. I would also like to jump in on a game... but no girls allowed :-( I am definitly looking forward to the day the locals get used to seeing me, and I no longer feel like the circus freak. But whether I'm allowed to play or not, I still feel like I get to participate in the foosball fun.
The table on the right is for the younger kids, the table on the left is for teenagers. I love how everyone standing around the tables is completely still and silent until the ball drops, then goes crazy. And I love how this happens over and over, and over, and over. The games will last until about 1am each night with players coming and going, but games never stopping. The competitive yelling echos through the streets (and our apartment), and Sean said he's seen fights break out over the outcomes of the game.
As the owner of a foosball table myself (although it sits in my garage and I haven't played since senior year of college), watching brings back some good memories. The last time I remember playing was against Sean's friend Brian Brown, who thought he was good until he played me. After our first game, "Rematch!" After the second, "One more!" It's hard to stop playing without a victory. I am sure Brown would be trying to jump in on a game if he were here. I would also like to jump in on a game... but no girls allowed :-( I am definitly looking forward to the day the locals get used to seeing me, and I no longer feel like the circus freak. But whether I'm allowed to play or not, I still feel like I get to participate in the foosball fun.
I wanna see more pictures!
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