Monday, July 28, 2008

Oi! Oi! Oi!

So on Saturday, I went to the rugby match. Woo hoo! A group of us met up for dinner before heading over to the match, since we all live on the same side of the Harbour, and would have to catch the same train into town to get to the stadium.
I wore my rugby jersey that I bought the last time I was over here. So it’s a little old, but still has the team colors. And I have to say, I think I am going to wear this thing a lot more often! It gets lots of attention. I walked out of my flat to the bus stop, and a guy stopped me there and asked what time the game started. Then he asked if I was going. When I told him yes, he said I was lucky, that it was almost impossible to get tickets! I said, “Really? I must be lucky, then, because I just got tickets a couple of days ago.” He had this look on his face like, “Crap, I could have gone?” Then he walked away, and I think the look on his wife’s face told me that she was not happy that he thinks he could have gone to the match. Oops, my bad. So as I stood waiting for the bus, a woman came over and sat down on the bench at the bus stop and said something about the game. We started talking about how many people we had seen wearing clothes supporting the All Blacks (the New Zealand team). As we looked around, we saw several people wearing black. Maybe it’s just because black is such a popular color here, but I certainly would have made an effort to avoid wearing it, if at all possible!
We all got to the pub for dinner, and the food was pretty good. As we were getting up to leave, a couple of folks went to the restroom, so one guy and I stood and waited on them. There was a lady at the table next to us who asked if we were headed to the match. She then waved her Wallabies scarf in the air to show her support. We told her we were, and she said to have fun. I turned to her and said, “I’m sorry. Can I ask where you’re from?” Yeah, she was from Colorado. She’s lived here for something like 13 years, as her husband is an Aussie. So we chatted for a few minutes, and she commented on how good it was to hear an accent from home. As we were leaving, the guy standing with me said, “I think you made a new friend!” I laughed and told him that it was odd to hear the US accent, so you have to take advantage when you can. Although my new friend did give me a good tip. Apparently you do not “route” for your team. The word “root” here has an entirely different meaning, and I clearly would not want to suggest that I am “rooting” for an entire team of people. I’ll let you guys figure that one out on your own...
We got to the game, and everyone split up to go to their respective seats, since we were all spread out. The stadium was freaking awesome! I have added some photos to the blog page for you guys. For any of you into baseball, it reminded me a little bit of The Bob stadium out in Phoenix – one of those with the retractable roof. Although ANZ Stadium is completely open at the top, the way the stadium is shaped, it kind of feels like they just pulled the top back for the match. And you probably can’t tell from the picture, but people were piled into the stadium with seats all with way up to the roof line. (I had awesome seats in the lower lever, not too far from the field.) But the fans there were really into it, and there were people cheering for both teams. I didn’t see all that much black until the All Blacks scored. Then they all stood up, started waving their huge black flags, and made their presence known. The game was pretty close for a while, so everyone was really pumped up. The Wallabies ended up winning, so most people near me were really excited as we left the stadium. Especially the one guy near me who kept trying to lead the “Aussie! Aussie! Aussie!” chant.
I walked back to the train station and waited in line there. It was a madhouse! I was pretty happy that my friends and I decided to meet up at a different station, rather than trying to catch up leaving the game. But I was standing in line, and this woman behind me kind of grabs my arm and pulls on me. She said, “I don’t suppose you’d want to trade this jersey in for a black one now, would you?” I turned and laughed and told her no. Then her husband asked me if I was an Aussie. I said, “Nope, American.” They both got excited and started chatting with me. Of course, they had both been drinking a good bit during the game. But then the guy started telling me all about the Aussie coach (the coach is from NZ, so it was a big story line this week). I really don’t know half of what he told me, but the two of them were pretty entertaining.
I managed to have a relatively short wait for the train – the line moved most of the time while I was standing in it. So I got on a train and crammed in with a ton of people. One guy behind me was hilarious. He was almost doubled over in pain because he had to pee so badly. And he kept cursing himself for buying a small bottle of water, because he couldn’t pee in the bottle. (I don’t know if he really would have tried or not.) It took a while (probably an eternity for him), but he jumped off really quickly at the first stop, dragging his friends with him, saying they’d just get on the next train. Dude, I don’t think you are getting on the next train if it was as packed as this one!
After he got off and everyone kind of shifted around, I was standing next to 4 people who were talking, and I had no clue what they were saying because it wasn’t in English. I couldn’t figure out the language. Luckily, there was a very chatty older drunk guy on the train (who had been encouraging Mr. Full Bladder to use the water bottle). So once the pee guy got off, this guy moved on to the foreigners. He asked them where they were from. It took them a minute to answer, and I wondered if they spoke any English. Apparently they did, and said they were from Switzerland, but now lived in Sydney. They talked for a few minutes, and the drunk guy kept trying to convince them to go to some bar with him once they got off the train. Apparently one of the girls he was with worked there, and he was trying to pack the bar for her. So he then said, “Well, we’ve got folks from all over. I wonder if we have any more.” Uh oh. “Do we have any Yanks here?” He looked dead at me. I laughed and said, “Yep, I’m from the States.” So he started talking to me. Nice guy. Apparently he was from the UK and moved down here a while ago, and was quite excited to find someone else who had come down Under and supported the Wallabies (he was also wearing a jersey). We talked about the game a little, and then he told me I had to come visit him in Newcastle, because it was a beautiful area, and I needed to see it. He told me to come to the pub with him and he’d give me directions to his house, where I was welcome to come crash if I wanted to visit. Needless to say, I did not go to the pub.
I got off of the train and met up with my friends. A couple more folks joined us, as they had gone to the match but didn’t make it to dinner with us. As we were leaving the station, a drunk guy came running over to me and started yelling “Go Wallabies! What a game!” and gave me a high-five and a hug. One of the guys I was with said, “You are pretty popular here!” I’m telling you – the jersey made for some excitement outside of the match! I am going to have to wear it again and see what happens!
So we walked to a pub near the train station, and hung out for a while. The folks who were there were fun. One of the girls there was really cool – her boyfriend works with me. She’s a teacher in the UK, and is here until January when his assignment is over. She was fun to hang out with, though. Very into sports, very laid back. It also was nice to hang out with everyone and hear the stories about being new to Australia. Everyone there had just relocated in the past 6 months, so the stories were pretty funny.
We finally all looked at our watches and realized it was now 2:30, and we still had to get home from the city. Luckily we all live in the same general area, and managed to find a bus that would get us all back home. Although one thing I learned: I’m getting too old for a 3:30 bedtime.
With that said, I slept in a little on Sunday (10:00), and took a nap on the couch while the laundry was going Sunday afternoon. Probably a good thing; about 3:30 in the afternoon there was a huge storm, and it was really loud. You couldn’t tell from my window, but apparently there was hail. And the temperature dropped a good bit. For those of you who might have seen the report – No, it did not snow here. (There was sleet in the mountains, though.) Just hail. But I hear from Amy that there was a weather report in the US that showed the Aussies out playing in the snow, which was actually soft hail. Yep, that’s how we do it around here. 50 degrees and it’s “snowing.” Freaking backwards place...

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I know you were in heaven - rugby, entertaining people to talk with, and lots of toboggans! What more could you want?

Just think how many conversations you'll start when you wear your Wake Forest football jersey for game day in a few weeks!