So, let's be realistic, soccer isn't exactly popular back in the states. I mean, when you have the action of football, the fun of baseball, and the excitement of basketball, you don't really have room for a sport you don't really understand. I mean, they have crazy rules to this game and just run around kicking things with little contact.
However, after coming to Korea and experiencing the World Cup, I've changed my mind. I'd have to say that watching the World Cup in Korea was one of the most exciting experiences I've ever had. It was way more intense than the Super Bowl. I mean, we were all packed in bars trying to watch the game on the big screen. Everyone sports the red shirt, devil horns, face paint, and the Korean flag as a cape. Every steal, attempted shot, and foul is followed by an eruption of raw emotion, good or bad. Saying it was intense is an understatement. It's too bad that it ended early for both Korea and the U.S. But, we still have the Asian Cup.
So, last night I made the trek over to Chumdan, which costed me 10,000won ($10) by taxi. Just to experience the game with some of my good friends at the Game Bar. We started the night out with our red shirts and a beer. The game was pretty exciting because it was Korea vs. Japan. And we all know about Japan occupying Korea and how Koreans still haven't forgiven them. So, it was a huge game. It was also the game to decide who plays in the championship. So, there was a lot riding on this game. We watched the game with a mix of emotions. It was 1:1 and went into overtime. Japan scored early on and we were ready to leave and admit defeat but something told us to stay. Luck was with us because in the last moments Korea made a goal and tied it up in overtime. Then it went to penalty kicks and we had a glorious defeat.
So, feeling down and out we decided to head over to Salutoe's, a popular kareoke bar that we happen to know the owner of, and sing it off. Oh man! What a good choice. It was packed full of young Korean men who were also there to sing off the loss. So, we sang and drank a few rounds and repaired our broken hearts. I guess, there is always next time!