Last night I walked by a valet stand and there was a radio broadcasting a soccer game in Spanish. As I walked up, that guy who goes, "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!" had just started yelling, "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!" you know, like he does, and all the valets started hustling over to the radio to listen better. Here was their conversation while that one guy went, "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL":
"Guatemala?"
"Guatemala?"
"Guatemala o Nicaragua?"
"Nicaragua."
"Nicaragua? No, Guatemala."
"Guatemala?"
"...o Nicaragua..."
And it dawned on me for the first time that that guy doesn't possess a singularly endearing exuberance for the game, he's a real pain in the ass when you need to know if your team just scored a goddam goal.
GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!
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