It pretty strange the way that my new neighbors act on the weekend. All of them are really big soccer fans, there are three guys from all over the world. One of them is a Lebanese I believe, one is from Wales and the other is Australian. However they spend a lot of time talking about betting web sites and European soccer. In truth the Lebanese guy sounds about as English as anyone that I have ever heard and all that he ever talks about is Crystal Palace. At first I thought he was talking about the place where you got the tiny hamburgers when I was down in Tennessee. I told him that I sort of liked their burgers, but it took way too many of them to fill up a real man. He just looked at me like I was an idiot and eventually told me that Crystal Palace was in London, about ten blocks from where his father operated a kabob shop.
At any rate last Sunday morning I was working in the yard when I realized that there were a bunch of cars parked on the street. A car load of pretty girls pulled up, all of them wearing the sort of scarves that soccer fans wear. My wife caught me staring at them and just then there was a great roar from inside the house. They were apparently watching soccer matches at 7:30 in the morning. I soon realized that they had a keg and that the crowd had to go into the back yard. Their other neighbors called the police on them, but they were not really being all that noisy in my opinion. Either way it was all over by the time that the NFL games started to kick off and everyone else picked up the torch.