Today, as I was leaving campus to walk home, my friends called me over from the outdoor foosball tables that a crowd of middle school students normally monopolize. They needed a fourth player. It was really funny. For some reason there were no little soccer balls, and so they were using this rolled up wad of tissue to play. They joked around, kidding that the school was too cheap to buy new soccer balls, when the more likely explanation was that the middle schoolers raided the tiny fields. They would look down at their little, makeshift ball and explalin to me that this is how the French do it.
They call foosball "babyfoot" here! It is absolutely adorable! These "macho" guys will be bent over the table yelling "baby" this and "baby" that in their accents. Gotta love it. My team got killed, but Quentin was cheating so we just blamed it on him. It was so funny because I had just given a presentation on Seattle and told them a little bit about our sports teams. They really like the name "Seahawks" so everyone was fighting over who got to be called the "Seahawks" and who wanted to be the "Mariners"....they did listen to me when I talked! Who would have known? :)
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