Wednesday, October 10, 2007
American Beauty!
In the words of Pele, if football is "the beautiful game" and the world's game, there is nothing more beautiful to an American than American football!
Ann Arbor was a pretty college town. Lots of ice cream places and book shops! We went to the football game, which was Americna in the extreme - a brass band, cheerleaders, and 105,000 people. Apparently it was the most attended game of the whole season, and the stadium is the biggest in America. So I got the full experience!
Michigan football colours are yellow and blue just like both my college and grad school colours, strangely enough. Lady Margaret Hall, Oxford is yellow and blue, and George Washington University proudly hails what it calls "the buff and the blue"!
Ann Arbor was a pretty college town. Lots of ice cream places and book shops! We went to the football game, which was Americna in the extreme - a brass band, cheerleaders, and 105,000 people. Apparently it was the most attended game of the whole season, and the stadium is the biggest in America. So I got the full experience!
The sky was blue, and I really felt I was at the ends of the earth, watching this game that means so much in America (and so little everywhere else)! Before the game we "tailgated" which basically means opening the back of the "truck" and sitting around drinking "Coors Light" from 9AM until the game at 12PM. That was a bit strange, especially as it took place on a golf course where people were playing "Bocce" - the American name for boules - on the grass!
Michigan football colours are yellow and blue just like both my college and grad school colours, strangely enough. Lady Margaret Hall, Oxford is yellow and blue, and George Washington University proudly hails what it calls "the buff and the blue"!
Go figure!
Some Corner of A Foreign Field That Is For Ever England
The Soldier by Rupert Brooke
If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
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And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.
It doesn't get any better than that!
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