Atletico Madrid!

I’ve gotten in a routine of waking up at 7:10 (crazy huh). Hitting snooze twice and hitting the shower by 7:40 and then on the metro to school by 8:20 to get to my 9:20 class. After class yesterday, which gets out around noon, I sat in the grassy area of our school with my sketchpad to do some drawing homework assignments. My three assignments were a picture of your room, a pleasing childhood memory and your favorite place. My room looks like shit, my pleasing memory is of a Christmas tree lot that is epic-ly out of proportion and my favorite place, 56th street is only cool because I’ve been drawing waves on my binders since I was little. Anyways, while I was drawing I heard a game of basketball start up across the field on campus so I walked over there. Some Spanish students were playing 3 on 3. There was one big black guy who looked like Ben Wallace who was decent, but none were any good. An Italian and a Portuguese guy walked up and our international team called next game. More kids joined to hang out under the basketball hoop as I taught these Spaniards how baloncesto is played with a variety of dribble drives and bank shots. They were impressed. I was impressed at how the people underneath the hoop hanging out rolled a huge joint and were smoking it between points. After ripping the doob, Ben Wallace looked at me and said, Its my Gatorade. After the game, which we won after my pull up jumper, I ate with some American students and we made plans to go to the Atletico Madrid Futbol game that night. I went home to siesta and had to listen to the people under me violently hammer every wall in the apartment for over an hour. When I arose from my siesta, my roomates and I cooked a dinner of breakfast burritos, drank beer and then walked down to the stadium to buy tickets. The scene was rowdy on the way to the stadium. We bought tickets in the nosebleeds for 20 euro (around 28 bucks) and then went back to a bar for a beer before the game. Atletico was playing Celta and Celta scored within the first 10 minutos.
The crowd was going crazy. Atletico tied it up soon after with a header from a corner kick, which was amazing to see. The game ended 1-1 (which is why soccer won’t become popular in the U.S.) and I walked home and went to bed to wake up for class at 7:30.