The fact that I'm just posting this now is inexcusable. Honestly, the nerve of some people. I must confess that following the game on Saturday, I sent off a quick email of the result to immediate family, knowing I wouldn't be able to get off an entry until a little later in the weekend. In doing so, I got a little sidetracked here and there and completely neglected my journalistic duties. Many apologies that this is coming so late (and also not in its entirety at the moment, big day of planning tomorrow), but here is a quick synopsis of this weekend's game: we won.
Okay, so I can give a few more details before signing off for the night; we scored more points than the other team. A lot more. Tigers: 51, Stallions: 0. That's about it for the moment. Come on back soon (yeah right, I've probably burnt every follower's bridge by now) and I'll finish up the story. Scout's honor. Goodnight.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
Wyld Stallyns
In case anyone out there is wondering, the title of this post is a reference to the timeless classic, "Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure." It is the name of Bill (Alex Winter) and Ted's (Keanu Reeves) band that a time-traveling George Carlin informs them, must remain intact, as their music prescribes the core fundamentals by which a future Utopian society will live. Among these fundamentals is the principle of being 'excellent' to one another:
Upon searching for any images more closely related to the name 'Wyld Stallyns,' I found out there are several bands out there claiming the name as their own. I have elected to listen to exactly none of them. As the trail was going cold on finding a suitable image (after never managing to get hot in the first place), I came across one of the theatrical posters for movie. I have placed it here because I really like the tagline above the two protagonists. George Carlin's face is also pretty funny there, too.
Anyways, the reason behind naming this post after part of a 1980s cult classic has to do with our opponent in tomorrow's home game. For the second time this season, we will be facing the Horsens Stallions. Call me crazy, but I prefer the movie's spelling of the word 'stallyn.' The letter 'Y' is extremely underrated as a 'sometimes-vowel' and in my opinion, it is used to perfection here.
Tomorrow should be great fun. It is our last game before the summer holiday break, which is basically the entire month of July. Since it is customary for many Scandinavians to go on vacation with their families during this time, the Danish American Football Federation (DAFF) chooses to put the season on hiatus until August. This makes sense, as most teams are most likely in the same situation of having many players go away at some point during the month. That being said, it will be the last time to knock some heads around for a few weeks so rest assured, the Tigers will be looking to do just that.
In addition to the game, tomorrow also marks the first game that will feature our newly opened clubhouse. Although we have been in there for about two weeks now, this is the first time we will have access to its amenities on game day. Following the game, we will be having a cookout at our new digs. Exciting times here in Da 'Hus (slang terminology I've taken to using when referring to Aarhus).
So for now, I will say goodnight. I've had a pretty productive day and I want to be rested for tomorrow's contest. I will try to get a post up as quick as I can following all the action. Stay tuned...
Upon searching for any images more closely related to the name 'Wyld Stallyns,' I found out there are several bands out there claiming the name as their own. I have elected to listen to exactly none of them. As the trail was going cold on finding a suitable image (after never managing to get hot in the first place), I came across one of the theatrical posters for movie. I have placed it here because I really like the tagline above the two protagonists. George Carlin's face is also pretty funny there, too.
Anyways, the reason behind naming this post after part of a 1980s cult classic has to do with our opponent in tomorrow's home game. For the second time this season, we will be facing the Horsens Stallions. Call me crazy, but I prefer the movie's spelling of the word 'stallyn.' The letter 'Y' is extremely underrated as a 'sometimes-vowel' and in my opinion, it is used to perfection here.
Tomorrow should be great fun. It is our last game before the summer holiday break, which is basically the entire month of July. Since it is customary for many Scandinavians to go on vacation with their families during this time, the Danish American Football Federation (DAFF) chooses to put the season on hiatus until August. This makes sense, as most teams are most likely in the same situation of having many players go away at some point during the month. That being said, it will be the last time to knock some heads around for a few weeks so rest assured, the Tigers will be looking to do just that.
In addition to the game, tomorrow also marks the first game that will feature our newly opened clubhouse. Although we have been in there for about two weeks now, this is the first time we will have access to its amenities on game day. Following the game, we will be having a cookout at our new digs. Exciting times here in Da 'Hus (slang terminology I've taken to using when referring to Aarhus).
So for now, I will say goodnight. I've had a pretty productive day and I want to be rested for tomorrow's contest. I will try to get a post up as quick as I can following all the action. Stay tuned...
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Mid-summer? But, it just got here...
Yesterday was yet another special day here in DK that I didn't even know about until mid-afternoon. It is now officially summertime, with the summer solstice taking place this passed Monday. The summer solstice, as you know, is the longest day of the year, in terms of hours of sunlight. From this point forward, the daylight hours will now progressively shorten by a few seconds each day until the winter solstice, when the cycle reverses again.
Moving on, I was naturally confused (as usual) as to why yesterday was a special day in the Danish grand scheme of things. Thus, I consulted several Danish citizens, assuming they were well-versed in their national holiday schedule. "It's got something to do with the longest day of the year, I think." was a typical response, prompting me to point out that MONDAY was the solstice and therefore, the 'longest day' of the year. My panel of experts all seemed to acknowledge this point and all of us were seemingly left in the dark on the subject, despite the copious amounts of daylight.
Several things did consistently check out with everybody's description of the day's festivities: there were barbecues and there were bonfires. But, these weren't just any old bonfires. These were fires built to burn witches, inkeeping with Danish quasi-summer solstice-but not really tradition (more confusion sets in). Needless to say, we all soon wanted to find out what the heck was going on wih these wacky rituals and thus, I have consulted the greatest compilation of information that has ever been assembled anywhere, ever: Wikipedia.
Yesterday was Sankt Hans' aften, celebrating the eve of the midsummer holiday. Although science has currently calculated that June twentieth or the twenty-first are the longest days of the year, the Roman calendar originally marked this date as the twenty-fourth of the same month. This pre-Christian tradition gave way to many pagan rituals that celebrated the changing of the seasons. It was commonly believed that certain midsummer plants held special healing properties and thus were harvested on or around this time. However, as the sun had reached its northernmost point and was now beginning to travel southwards again, people thought that evil spirits used this period to move about freely and might prove to be disruptive. To counteract these shenanigans, healing waters from wells were drawn and bonfires were contructed to ward off any unwanted apparitions.
Danish Vikings continued with these customs for many years. Eventually, in the early twentieth century, a small witch made out of straw and cloth was placed on the fire to commemorate the church-led witch-burnings of the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries. Communities that gather around these fires sing a midsommervise or a "midsummer hymn" that was originally composed in 1885, entitled, ''vi elsker vort land," which translates to ''we love our country." It is also common practice to hold these fires close to bodies of water today.
Such was the case last night, as the fire was held close to the shores of the Aarhus Bay. After a delicious BBQ in Mindeparken (thanks to Thomas Bager and his girlfriend, Stine), I accompanied several others to the nearby shores. Upon arriving there, this is what we discovered:
First of all, there was no witch being burned. A little disappointing, seeing as how this is done to release the witch's spirit from the area and send it to some mountain in Germany, where it can meet up with other witches. If that pour soul wasn't taken care of last night, who knows where it could be by now... Secondly, I don't know what types of evil spirits the creators of this fire were intending to ward off, but frankly, I wasn't convinced. This might work for a few imps, maybe even a wood sprite, but certainly not for any ghoul of note. I was expecting a fire at least two or three-hundred stories tall, just to be safe. I think the other people in attendance wanted the same, as their singing left much to be desired. It was pleasant, but it wasn't quite as powerful as I would have thought it might be. Furthermore, all of the songs sung sounded exactly like several popular Christmas carols. If I was a transient evil spirit, I can honestly say, I'd have probably kept a-marchin' right on through town.
All in all though, it was nice to experience another Danish holiday. I'm going to call it a night for now, but I should be back tomorrow with a look at this weekend's upcoming matchup. Until then, enjoy your daylight while you still have it.
Moving on, I was naturally confused (as usual) as to why yesterday was a special day in the Danish grand scheme of things. Thus, I consulted several Danish citizens, assuming they were well-versed in their national holiday schedule. "It's got something to do with the longest day of the year, I think." was a typical response, prompting me to point out that MONDAY was the solstice and therefore, the 'longest day' of the year. My panel of experts all seemed to acknowledge this point and all of us were seemingly left in the dark on the subject, despite the copious amounts of daylight.
Several things did consistently check out with everybody's description of the day's festivities: there were barbecues and there were bonfires. But, these weren't just any old bonfires. These were fires built to burn witches, inkeeping with Danish quasi-summer solstice-but not really tradition (more confusion sets in). Needless to say, we all soon wanted to find out what the heck was going on wih these wacky rituals and thus, I have consulted the greatest compilation of information that has ever been assembled anywhere, ever: Wikipedia.
Yesterday was Sankt Hans' aften, celebrating the eve of the midsummer holiday. Although science has currently calculated that June twentieth or the twenty-first are the longest days of the year, the Roman calendar originally marked this date as the twenty-fourth of the same month. This pre-Christian tradition gave way to many pagan rituals that celebrated the changing of the seasons. It was commonly believed that certain midsummer plants held special healing properties and thus were harvested on or around this time. However, as the sun had reached its northernmost point and was now beginning to travel southwards again, people thought that evil spirits used this period to move about freely and might prove to be disruptive. To counteract these shenanigans, healing waters from wells were drawn and bonfires were contructed to ward off any unwanted apparitions.
Danish Vikings continued with these customs for many years. Eventually, in the early twentieth century, a small witch made out of straw and cloth was placed on the fire to commemorate the church-led witch-burnings of the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries. Communities that gather around these fires sing a midsommervise or a "midsummer hymn" that was originally composed in 1885, entitled, ''vi elsker vort land," which translates to ''we love our country." It is also common practice to hold these fires close to bodies of water today.
Such was the case last night, as the fire was held close to the shores of the Aarhus Bay. After a delicious BBQ in Mindeparken (thanks to Thomas Bager and his girlfriend, Stine), I accompanied several others to the nearby shores. Upon arriving there, this is what we discovered:
First of all, there was no witch being burned. A little disappointing, seeing as how this is done to release the witch's spirit from the area and send it to some mountain in Germany, where it can meet up with other witches. If that pour soul wasn't taken care of last night, who knows where it could be by now... Secondly, I don't know what types of evil spirits the creators of this fire were intending to ward off, but frankly, I wasn't convinced. This might work for a few imps, maybe even a wood sprite, but certainly not for any ghoul of note. I was expecting a fire at least two or three-hundred stories tall, just to be safe. I think the other people in attendance wanted the same, as their singing left much to be desired. It was pleasant, but it wasn't quite as powerful as I would have thought it might be. Furthermore, all of the songs sung sounded exactly like several popular Christmas carols. If I was a transient evil spirit, I can honestly say, I'd have probably kept a-marchin' right on through town.
All in all though, it was nice to experience another Danish holiday. I'm going to call it a night for now, but I should be back tomorrow with a look at this weekend's upcoming matchup. Until then, enjoy your daylight while you still have it.
Monday, June 21, 2010
Red, White & Brew(s)
As promised, I'm back now with a brief assessment of Saturday night's rousing World Cup match. I returned to the same pub with several of the same guys that I posted about earlier last week and upon closer inspection of the joint, I found a Connecticut license plate hanging above one side of the bar. My geography might be a little spotty, but I'm pretty sure the Constitution State is at least a good two-hour train ride away. This left me to wonder how such a decorative piece found its way here in the first place. The most likely explanation: one of the several Americans that works behind the bar is either from CT, or kidnapped someone from there and is holding the plate as ransom. I'll be sure to phone Chris Dodd when I get to the bottom of this mystery.
On the soccer side of things, the pub filled up quite nicely prior to gametime, with folks of all ages in attendance. Very much looking for a performance more becoming of the Scandinavian champs, the people were literally clammoring with anticipation and excitement. Before the game came on one of the several large projection screens situated around the bar, some strange satellite sports network recapped all the day's highlights in not only soccer, but also horseracing, rugby and of course, cricket. Most people here know a little something about cricket and they all say, ''Yeah, it's pretty much like baseball." I'm not so sure about that, what with the wooden ball, wickets and flat bats that never seem to hit the darn thing properly. It's pretty amusing being clueless about the sport and watching those highlights with scores of 217-168 flash by. At least it's comforting to know that no crickets are ever actually harmed during play (I think).
The broadcast ended and before long, the game commenced. Team Danmark faced a very energetic Cameroon squad that struck first with aggressive ball pressure just in front of the Danish zone. A lethargic effort to get the ball out soon resulted in a quick steal, shot and score for Cameroon within the first ten minutes of the match. A brave young man of no more than seventeen wearing a green and yellow jersey was particularly happy with this. The place became rather jittery and grumbles could be heard at some of the tables and benches surrounding us. The Danes did not lose their composure though and soon began playing more tenaciously themselves.
This effort would prove worthwhile as they scored their first goal of this year's tournament in the thirty-third minute when star player Niklas Bendtner slid into a pass coming across Cameroon's zone that froze the goalkeeper and knotted things at one apiece. The pub went wild and I found myself joining in with the chanting crowd. I mean, I am entitled to Danish healthcare, why shouldn't I be allowed to cheer for a soccer game? This would close out the scoring for the half and kept the intensity raised for the remainder of the contest.
The two teams both had chances in the second half, but the Danish attacks continually built momentum that culminated in the sixty-first minute with a scoring strike from Dennis Rommedahl. Denmark took a 2-1 lead and never looked back. The bar was in high spirits (in more ways than one) through the end of the match. Following the conclusion, the town was indeed painted red (and white). People were giddy with excitement:
Everyone certainly was into the game; I noted many different types of fans around the bar: There were the casual observers, who were more concerned with their own conversations than the goings-on on the screen. There were the hoot-n-hollerers, who led loud, boisterous cheers, whether anyone was their to follow or not. There were the barroom coaches, whose strategic insight in the form of hand gestures and head bobs clearly made difference in the end. There were old guys who puttered about in search of the perfect place to watch from, yet never seemed to get there. Amidst these various characterizations, only once did I almost see things get ugly.
A very short elderly fellow was watching nearby with presumably his daughter. The two were continually blocked by a much taller young man about my age. I noticed the older guy try to speak to his obstruction several times, but to no avail. Before long, this would not stand and the man barked some terse Danish words towards the kid in a very hoarse old guy voice. The kid had words for him too, but I think he started to realize he was dealing with someone who has seen quite a few more World Cups than he. Trying to play the tuff-guy card, he just turned his back on the situation. But after doing so, I noticed him inch inward from the older man's vantage point. so as to not be spoken to again. It just goes to show you: don't mess with old men when it comes to situations like these. Their old man powers always seem to prevail. Perhaps he was a Jedi.
I just realized I've posted on three consecutive days. Goodness, I haven't done that since my days as a plucky young newcomer in mid-March. I wonder if I've got four in me? Stay tuned to find out ... (Spoiler Alert: probably not and I won't post again until August.) Just kidding; I'll be back soon (maybe).
On the soccer side of things, the pub filled up quite nicely prior to gametime, with folks of all ages in attendance. Very much looking for a performance more becoming of the Scandinavian champs, the people were literally clammoring with anticipation and excitement. Before the game came on one of the several large projection screens situated around the bar, some strange satellite sports network recapped all the day's highlights in not only soccer, but also horseracing, rugby and of course, cricket. Most people here know a little something about cricket and they all say, ''Yeah, it's pretty much like baseball." I'm not so sure about that, what with the wooden ball, wickets and flat bats that never seem to hit the darn thing properly. It's pretty amusing being clueless about the sport and watching those highlights with scores of 217-168 flash by. At least it's comforting to know that no crickets are ever actually harmed during play (I think).
The broadcast ended and before long, the game commenced. Team Danmark faced a very energetic Cameroon squad that struck first with aggressive ball pressure just in front of the Danish zone. A lethargic effort to get the ball out soon resulted in a quick steal, shot and score for Cameroon within the first ten minutes of the match. A brave young man of no more than seventeen wearing a green and yellow jersey was particularly happy with this. The place became rather jittery and grumbles could be heard at some of the tables and benches surrounding us. The Danes did not lose their composure though and soon began playing more tenaciously themselves.
This effort would prove worthwhile as they scored their first goal of this year's tournament in the thirty-third minute when star player Niklas Bendtner slid into a pass coming across Cameroon's zone that froze the goalkeeper and knotted things at one apiece. The pub went wild and I found myself joining in with the chanting crowd. I mean, I am entitled to Danish healthcare, why shouldn't I be allowed to cheer for a soccer game? This would close out the scoring for the half and kept the intensity raised for the remainder of the contest.
The two teams both had chances in the second half, but the Danish attacks continually built momentum that culminated in the sixty-first minute with a scoring strike from Dennis Rommedahl. Denmark took a 2-1 lead and never looked back. The bar was in high spirits (in more ways than one) through the end of the match. Following the conclusion, the town was indeed painted red (and white). People were giddy with excitement:
Everyone certainly was into the game; I noted many different types of fans around the bar: There were the casual observers, who were more concerned with their own conversations than the goings-on on the screen. There were the hoot-n-hollerers, who led loud, boisterous cheers, whether anyone was their to follow or not. There were the barroom coaches, whose strategic insight in the form of hand gestures and head bobs clearly made difference in the end. There were old guys who puttered about in search of the perfect place to watch from, yet never seemed to get there. Amidst these various characterizations, only once did I almost see things get ugly.
A very short elderly fellow was watching nearby with presumably his daughter. The two were continually blocked by a much taller young man about my age. I noticed the older guy try to speak to his obstruction several times, but to no avail. Before long, this would not stand and the man barked some terse Danish words towards the kid in a very hoarse old guy voice. The kid had words for him too, but I think he started to realize he was dealing with someone who has seen quite a few more World Cups than he. Trying to play the tuff-guy card, he just turned his back on the situation. But after doing so, I noticed him inch inward from the older man's vantage point. so as to not be spoken to again. It just goes to show you: don't mess with old men when it comes to situations like these. Their old man powers always seem to prevail. Perhaps he was a Jedi.
I just realized I've posted on three consecutive days. Goodness, I haven't done that since my days as a plucky young newcomer in mid-March. I wonder if I've got four in me? Stay tuned to find out ... (Spoiler Alert: probably not and I won't post again until August.) Just kidding; I'll be back soon (maybe).
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Dad-Mark
This morning, I went to a bakery nearby to pick up some bread and a few pastries for breakfast. When I left my apartment, the sun was shining. On the way, the sun was shining. When I got there, the sun was shining. While I was waiting inside, the sun was shining. As I purchased my delicious baked goods, the sun was shining. When I walked out of the bakery, it suddenly got very cloudy. When I was no more than fifty feet away from the bakery, breads in hand, the skies opened up. I ran the five-minute route home, cursing (very loudly, at that) the Danish weather all the way. The bags containing my breakfast were soaked through, but thankfully their contents survived the journey unscathed. As I ate my breakfast, the sun was once again shining.
This afternoon saw probably the best performance of the season from my Under 16 Tigers. Although we once again came up short, our fundamentals at times looked exceptionally crisp and I was very proud of most of the effort put forth. Today's was the last action for these kids until August, as we are off during the month of July (more info on this to come this week). The Senior Tigers will take the field this coming Saturday in our last game before the summer break.
I don't have much else to report on at the moment. I would though, like to wish all patriarchal readers of NTD a very happy Father's Day. Seems like most places back home had some nice weather for all the Dads out there; hopefully all your bread-products stayed dry today as well.
I'm going to catch some shut-eye now, but check back tomorrow for more Team Danmark World Cup adventures!
This afternoon saw probably the best performance of the season from my Under 16 Tigers. Although we once again came up short, our fundamentals at times looked exceptionally crisp and I was very proud of most of the effort put forth. Today's was the last action for these kids until August, as we are off during the month of July (more info on this to come this week). The Senior Tigers will take the field this coming Saturday in our last game before the summer break.
I don't have much else to report on at the moment. I would though, like to wish all patriarchal readers of NTD a very happy Father's Day. Seems like most places back home had some nice weather for all the Dads out there; hopefully all your bread-products stayed dry today as well.
I'm going to catch some shut-eye now, but check back tomorrow for more Team Danmark World Cup adventures!
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Dan Hailin'
Tough one for the C's the other night. From what I hear, they didn't help themselves by giving up a fourth quarter lead, yet the officials didn't help the cause either. Fifty-one more free throws attempted by L.A. in the series? As my mom always says, the Finals are rigged. She may be on to something there.
Truth be told, I didn't follow the series that closely. Part of the reason for this was that I couldn't, outside of watching on a poor quality internet feed. However, most of it was due to the fact that I wasn't willing to get too wrapped up in it solely based on morning-after game recaps. It's kind of a lousy attitude, I must admit, but at the same time, I didn't want to become too emotionally attached and then have no one to celebrate (or grieve) with depending on how the series finished up. Seeing as how it didn't turn out so well, this strategy unfortunately worked in my favor. To close this thought, I will say that if somebody told me the Celts were going push the NBA Finals to seven games a few months ago (amidst several embarrassing losing skids) I would have chuckled at the thought. Hats off to the Green Team on a fine season.
Shifting to the World Cup now, the USA - Slovenia match was pretty exciting yesterday, as I'm sure many of you know. Pretty weak call late in that one to nullify the go-ahead goal, but it was nice to see Team USA play more like the squad that showed up against England during the second half. In a few minutes, I'll be returning to Tir na Nog (the Irish pub from last post) to join several of the same guys to watch Team Danmark take on Cameroon; sk-goal!
I don't think I mentioned this in a previous post, but the Tigers actually have two Senior Teams that play separate schedules during the course of the season. This 'Developmental' Team is comprised of newcomers, long-time veterans and anyone else in between, including players from the Elite Team if they would like to participate. It is nine-man football (just like my U16 Team plays), so it's a bit different, but it still a great chance for guys that want to just get out and play ball. That is of course, when it doesn't start thundering with torrential downpours and lots and lots of hail.
I just got back a few hours ago from watching part of the Second Team's game and managed to snap these two pics before those very scary looking clouds brought forth doom and despair for all in their path. The pictures came out pretty good too, because at that very moment, the sun was shining directly on the field through a small hole in the overcast skies. If you were to just look at the players on the field, you'd think it was a rather nice day. That illusion quickly came to an end though, in the form of huge raindrops that soon turned into buckshots of hail. Those little buggers fell fast and furious, too. I attempted to use an umbrella that was left in the apartment when I moved in but quickly found this device to be:
1. Polka-dotted.
2. Too small to cover an infant.
3. Broken.
The hailstones lasted about five very painful minutes (somehow, the tops of my ears managed to get hit about two dozen times) before nastiest of the precipitation subsided. Before this happened though, a huge thunderclap and a streak of lightning prompted the officials to call the game. Nothing quite like Denmark in the summertime, I suppose.
That's it for now, I'll be back tomorrow after my Youth game.
Truth be told, I didn't follow the series that closely. Part of the reason for this was that I couldn't, outside of watching on a poor quality internet feed. However, most of it was due to the fact that I wasn't willing to get too wrapped up in it solely based on morning-after game recaps. It's kind of a lousy attitude, I must admit, but at the same time, I didn't want to become too emotionally attached and then have no one to celebrate (or grieve) with depending on how the series finished up. Seeing as how it didn't turn out so well, this strategy unfortunately worked in my favor. To close this thought, I will say that if somebody told me the Celts were going push the NBA Finals to seven games a few months ago (amidst several embarrassing losing skids) I would have chuckled at the thought. Hats off to the Green Team on a fine season.
Shifting to the World Cup now, the USA - Slovenia match was pretty exciting yesterday, as I'm sure many of you know. Pretty weak call late in that one to nullify the go-ahead goal, but it was nice to see Team USA play more like the squad that showed up against England during the second half. In a few minutes, I'll be returning to Tir na Nog (the Irish pub from last post) to join several of the same guys to watch Team Danmark take on Cameroon; sk-goal!
I don't think I mentioned this in a previous post, but the Tigers actually have two Senior Teams that play separate schedules during the course of the season. This 'Developmental' Team is comprised of newcomers, long-time veterans and anyone else in between, including players from the Elite Team if they would like to participate. It is nine-man football (just like my U16 Team plays), so it's a bit different, but it still a great chance for guys that want to just get out and play ball. That is of course, when it doesn't start thundering with torrential downpours and lots and lots of hail.
I just got back a few hours ago from watching part of the Second Team's game and managed to snap these two pics before those very scary looking clouds brought forth doom and despair for all in their path. The pictures came out pretty good too, because at that very moment, the sun was shining directly on the field through a small hole in the overcast skies. If you were to just look at the players on the field, you'd think it was a rather nice day. That illusion quickly came to an end though, in the form of huge raindrops that soon turned into buckshots of hail. Those little buggers fell fast and furious, too. I attempted to use an umbrella that was left in the apartment when I moved in but quickly found this device to be:
1. Polka-dotted.
2. Too small to cover an infant.
3. Broken.
The hailstones lasted about five very painful minutes (somehow, the tops of my ears managed to get hit about two dozen times) before nastiest of the precipitation subsided. Before this happened though, a huge thunderclap and a streak of lightning prompted the officials to call the game. Nothing quite like Denmark in the summertime, I suppose.
That's it for now, I'll be back tomorrow after my Youth game.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Green Machine
Since I posted before about Fakta and their trademark slogan, I thought it might be cool to show you a Danish advertisement for that particular store. The story behind the phrase is that shopping there is so easy, you should theoretically be able to do it in five minutes or so. I think it took me ten minutes the other day and in retrospect, I probably should have asked to speak to the manager about that. I do like their prices though, and they carry some decent products that other stores sell for a few Kroner more.
Below is a portion from this week's circular, complete with the famous (albeit dubious) tagline:
Shrimp and shampoo, together at last! Certainly Danish advertising at its best. Actually, twenty Kroner for 250 grams isn't too bad...
Before turning in for the night, some more important business. In the spirit of sending good internet vibes to the Green Team, I figured another post couldn't hurt. Enjoy Game Six and here's to the C's out West!
Below is a portion from this week's circular, complete with the famous (albeit dubious) tagline:
Shrimp and shampoo, together at last! Certainly Danish advertising at its best. Actually, twenty Kroner for 250 grams isn't too bad...
Before turning in for the night, some more important business. In the spirit of sending good internet vibes to the Green Team, I figured another post couldn't hurt. Enjoy Game Six and here's to the C's out West!
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