On soccer

Today we watched the champions league final between Inter Milan against Munich on a big screen at a west side pier. On the other side of the field New York hotels and magazines were represented by small soccer teams and played in a tournament against each other for tickets to the world cup.
Munich lost. A German friend said it was the worst day of his life and he would never like soccer again. Ten minutes later he went on to cheer for a random team playing on the field next to us. We had to stop him from attacking a referee.
Although not a big sports fan, I'm never opposed to free hot dogs, booing (Schwalbe!) and, even if it's brief, solidarity with complete strangers.
Then I watched a movie with Al Pacino on Jack Kevorkian, one of the first American doctors to advocate euthanasia.
My favorite lines:
Religion fanatic: Don't you have a religion? A god?
Jack: Oh yes. I do have a god. His name is Johann Sebastian Bach. And at least my god is not invented.
To some people a Bach symphony might have a similar effect as a well played soccer match. Diego Militio definitely has the fitting legs of a demi god as far as I can tell.