11 July 2010
Today was the final of the World Cup, so I and several friends met several hundred strangers at the Fox & Hound in downtown Ft. Worth to celebrate the final game of the most massive multi-national event in the world. The day did not end well for me; you see, despite the much-ballyhooed prognostic abilities of the cephalapod, Paul the Octopus, I chose with my heart and with history on my side to root for the Dutch. “Go Oranje!” was the rallying cry of the day. 120 minutes later, that cry turned to “Damn you, Oranje!” as the Netherlands succumbed to the vastly superior tactical & technical skill of the Spanish. El Furia Roja was the better team on the day and once again, I got it wrong.
I did, however, go bar-hopping after that and managed to wash away a few of my sorrows in the various excellent pubs in downtown Ft. Worth.
This is the entrance to the always exellent Rick O’Shea’s Pub on Houston Street.
Cheers.
Listening to:
Don’t Leave Me by BLACKStreet
from BLACKStreet
