In note form because, well, I wrote it in note form:
Out in Cape Town. Went to a place called “Mexican Shabeen Bar.”
Big crowd, seems engaged. Huge Bafana fans. Drinking.
Uruguay scores. Ugh. But Wow!: That was a blast.
We keep holding them in the midfield.
We keep getting called for fouls.
Continue to get called for fouls.
We are great at stealing balls, but can do nothing with it.
Holy Shit: Our goalie is called for a foul?
Holy shit: He’s called for a card?
Holy shit: A F****ng red card?
Well, South Africa just got screwed. They were not going to win. But then again, the ref assured as much, didn’t he?
