Saturday, November 15, 2008

Hooligans and Appalachian voters

I also have a question based on a conversation I had last night. What amount of money would it take for you to play for a rival football/basketball/etc team? Basically pick the team you are most attached to, and then imagine how much money it would take for you to play for their biggest rivals.
Neven claims that even for 1 million Euros he would not play for Hajduk (Dinamo’s biggest rivals), which to me seems nuts, not because of the money, but the fact that you are a professional first and foremost, and it is only a season that you have to spend there. I even added the caveat to him that he would be able to most likely have his pick of the girls in the region :p as all would be enthralled with him playing for the home club and he still refused. I always thought if you appeal to two things to a man, money and sex, that they take it. But he held steadfast. Good for Neven. Really I threw in the women throwing themselves at him option just because I wanted to see if it would weaken his resolve even a little, again commend the man, he did not flinch.
What about the rest of you?
I think that for 1 million Euros (which is not even a lot) I would be playing for whatever team wants me. Neven said it is because I do not feel at home anywhere and thus have no real ties to a place. If I insulted my ‘home city’ by going to the biggest rivals I could never walk down the street in (Zagreb, Miami, or wherever my home might be) again without looking over my shoulder and having some hooligan crack me. Maybe he has a point but really, I love soccer/basketball and all that, but even though I never said it before 'it is just sports' it feels like so much more at the time of the game or tournament. But really it is a game, the players treat it as a job that they do and get paid for, passions are high but at the end of the day 'it is just sports.'

Now I am going to offend some people, actually I am going to offend a lot of people.
And it's not surprising then they get bitter, they cling to guns or religion or antipathy toward people who aren't like them or anti-immigrant sentiment or anti-trade sentiment as a way to explain their frustrations.

Now substitute this being poor folks from the Appalachian states in the US (West Virginia, Pennsylvania, etc) and guns and religion for football hooligans and their clinging for their local team (with knives, bats and guns usually). It comes out to the same thing, they cling to some loyalty to a club—whose management could give a toss about them and will sell every half decent player for a profit the first chance they get—for the same reasons, lack of jobs, structure in their lives, and a sense of a purpose past the weekly football match (the biannual election season where ‘morals’ become a tipping point for millions of voters)
It is my hypothesis that hooligans in Europe face the same socioeconomic conditions that rural white folks do in America—lack of jobs, career opportunities, and a more broad view of the world—and thus act out the same way. They repress these emotions at their jobs, homes (sometimes not so much) and then take it out on Sunday after the game by bashing the heads of the other fans for fun. The voters repress in the same way: their jobs (if they have not been outsourced) are under threat by downsizing, their neighborhood looks less homogenic, foreign religions are scaring them, not to mention that two houses down the road Adam and Steve are living together. So they act out when elections come around and vote for those who promise they will stop outsourcing, keep guns easily available, ban immigrants and ban gay marriage.
I will do more research on this in the future. But think about it, are the two groups not alike: uneducated, poor, male, frustrated at the world, and easily manipulated.

Kick Push

So we Kick, Push Kick, Push Kick, Push Kick, Push Coast
And the way he roll just a rebel to the world with no place to go


I have been lazy this last month. My old gym membership expired, my thinking that I would soon have a job and move to Jarun resulted in me hesitating joining a new gym till I moved. I lost some of the definition it took me all summer to build, and now I will have to work my ass off to get it back.
So today I decided was the best day to start, a nice Saturday quite chilly wind was lightly blowing and the sky was a white/blue-ish haze of autumn. It must have been about 8-10 degrees Celsius (46-50 Fahrenheit). I just started out thinking let me run 2 miles (3.2km) and I will be happy, and then somehow it felt like I had not missed a run in months, and full of energy I easily did 5km (3.1 miles) at a brisk pace.
I even managed to find my future gym after my run and the guy running it seemed friendly, he even appreciated the fact that I am 'amerikanac' as I am told so often here. The gym has a sauna which sounds intriguing, but I know already that it will be one of those things that I will always say 'to do' and will never get around to it.

Happy to have pushed myself today, and look forward to running at least once a day for the next few weeks, ideally I would like two a days with Gym after the first run.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Belief

So you sit down, round a table, as equals, or so you presume. Then the introductions begin and you wonder where you are, and how can you measure up. Your confidence begins to waver and you question who you are and why you are even here. Feeling out of place can easily sap your self confidence and your belief. Yet hang on in there, because for all you know, it is just a fancy firm/title they have and chances are they are no better then you, just luckier so far. Luck has a strange way of paving the road when its rough, or roughing up the even road, so just remember that, everything evens out in the end-we are all born, we all die. The task arrives. You are puzzled but hell if you can do anything in life it is sell an idea/project/night out. You hear the rest of them and all of a sudden their titles and experience wash away and all you see is a confused stranger who is no more sure in his words then a baby with its first steps. All of a sudden you realize what you have in front of you is looking better and better. Your fear dissipates, confidence grows, heart calms, hands steady, voice in your head becomes firm. Then as it comes around you realize that just before you speak your stomach churns and twists, but not because you are scared. No you wonder how good will you be...

And so it was.

I do not know if I did. I know in their minds and critiques I won, but that honestly was not a difficult task. I had that one thing that most people in this world lack.

Belief in myself.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

The cold wind welcoming me

I am a warm person, that is to say, I like it warm. I love being hot. I have dreaded the cold for a long time, and I was quite scared I would never be able to adapt to it. To my total surprise yesterday I had a moment. I LOVED the feeling of a cold wind on my face, and the relentless pound of lil wayne on my eardrums, made me aware, that for the first time in my life I was enjoying the cold. The wind chilling my cheeks and stiffening them, my hands white and slowly turning pink, and yet there I was dancing my way down the street (in a manner that would have jenny pretending she did not know me had she seen me) and not caring bout anything in the world. Save for that cold wind and finally accepting it, and loving it.

It has not been an easy transition to leave paradise and all of its wonders-that I tried to never take for granted but like everyone else there I did-and start anew in a foreign place that was home but did not feel like home. Though if I have learned anything in these last 3 years of life it is that any place can be home as long as you let it be. There is no shortage of people in this world who will do all they can to help you and make you feel as comfortable as possible anywhere you happen to be. The key though is embracing that feeling and making your own home wherever you are.