MIDDLE OF THE SCENE Dear
What message you read first?
The good or the bad? Ok ok ok ...
First the good news:
So last night I had a really nice time. But a very good doll right moment: "My" SCBern shot himself with the fourth victory in the semifinals of the hockey playoffs. And I was there live.
The bad news: I got in Langnau
only standing room. This means not only that we must stand. This means above all: to secure a place at 17:30. Wait until the match begins at 20:15 ... and from then on we went until 23:00 because of the match after the official season was not finished and went into overtime.
What I now so succinctly in one sentence then write, has the following background - which I now tell you in detail:
God has time for the size of me perhaps a bit much from the inside - and definitely a little bit come from the external size can. Dear God, if you are in read along my blog: click on the next reincarnation around your 10cm more leg, so I was quite pleased. Not always have to buy the short length and choose my 1.65m according to the standing room is close to the band.
And here we arrive at that is to be discussed point:
So I introduced myself as one of the first at the front of the band - again a clear view of the field. Great! Since I have well over 40 years to the match pilgrimage (though usually in the seat sector, I would each take off the 40 age of heart and to be heated Po), there were many
"hellos" and
"Well you to see. " But always with the somewhat regretful Look about my choice of standing room. But why should I stand back - where I see a lot of nothing or too little?
Why do I have to do better, I knew then no later than 20:15, as the match kicked off.
I was surrounded by a horde namely baboons.
So ... she actually looked like normal guys and gals ... maybe something very pubescent, maybe something very spotty, between the beginning and end of the voice broke the guys hochhakig Minibejupes and the newly-estrogenic girls with Quiekestimmlein. But much much makeup. The Horde Pavi ... Sorry ... Boys and girls smelled very very pavianös somehow - and I was really very happy that the Horde always with right arm held high the eternal, all-enduring vow to contributed to his death on our team. Once, the young gentleman to my right side that is mistakenly raised his left arm - uiiiii, people ... the boy perspiring so that I was burning in the eyes and I almost drank. With increasing
match time, I was then instructed that I was standing at an estimated 35 years than in the middle of
"the scene" . Bingo! Since I had scored a major hit. Above me was then stretched a banner with each Goal. When I asked what would be there, it was explained to me annoyed:
"DOO!" Had I have to say anything? I headed quietly and secretly from me that this must
called "limited brain power" . It must be so.
beginning of the match - as our hero entered the ice - had in fact played the following scene: stress and nervousness broke into the Horde, a huge banner was drawn over the whole ramp, a couple of very dry and rickety Bubis with downy cheeks and jeans, told me in the knee in alternating high-low tone of voice that this was a long-practiced and sophisticated choreography to the smallest detail, I command on the I should hold up in the hands pressed red piece of paper called the letter A on her head and loudly should scream.
I cried then too loudly - but for sheer laughter.
because "the scene" was probably taken in the heat of battle a false banner, the guys insulting each other and mutually pin all blame for the debacle. Stupid, because if something like
"Merry Christmas and a happy new year is" exorbitant instead of a hymn of praise to the Berne Mutzen stands.
Embarrassing!
The longer the match went, the more the conviction grew in me that I am here in a troop of Pavi ... People have landed, which instead of Brain cells mere sound insulation material had mitgekriegt head internally. Not only that, they stood in freezing temperatures in the T-shirt her husband (by blue ongoing lips again and again reiterated how hot it is yet) - no, they doused each other again and again with beer, found it so funny.
took full toll of the force and the opposing fans (who had to go through, unfortunately, always standing in front of our ramp to their seats) drinks or bratwurst with mustard by a flagpole out of the hands to beat. And if there is then someone dared to shake just as the head disapprovingly, was the one with the most evil curses and obscene gestures in the Escape beat.
I leaned often - very often - far, far away from the window, I apologized and
outraged by "the scene" a gesture of solidarity towards the "enemy" sent ... while the Pavi ... the boys and girls showed in their place.
has brought it to me that a few ugly words over my head, have been distributed and I was the Fanstatus smooth away but knew. A) because people my age looking for a suitable coffin and nothing to look at a hockey match, and b) if a person knows nothing about the matter, should just let better.
I can only say:
GMBH, very very GMBH !
And - can someone tell me why young men spit at least every 2 minutes on the ground have to do? So very urgent? Without Spitting is indeed nothing more at all! Who wants to say something, it must spit. And mobbing. And belch as loud as possible.
over all the other creepy rest I put the cloth of silence.
the respect I got myself back then but, surprisingly, even when the baboon troop noted that former hockey player and important personalities I discovered in the bunch and were pleased I came to exchange a few words to. Since I was back to someone! From the "old" the hockey Lady "was. This circumstance I owe it well that I immediately after the end of the match unscathed across the way by the amount standing ramp outside and inside found in the car.
I learned yesterday: power to be fun with people total. Should choose only one they can.
Next time I'll take definitely be back seat. Promised.
Toll was the evening. And I am pleased with the players on the semi-finals! would
the long Auer I say you: Do not be sad! You've fought bravely, and have the whole hockey deserves respect. Who fought with such heart and courage deserves respect! was nice of you! Keep it up!
now wishes you all a wonderful Sunday! Enjoy all the waving and the smiling spring sun.
And if it somehow works: laughs.
I TRY IT TOO!
