So, I get to the English bar, and these pathetic wanker, wanna-be fucks don't have the match on because it's pay per view. The bartender wouldn't tell me where it was on, but the couple next to me clued me in that it was at Fado an Irish bar a couple of blocks away, so I make my way up there.
$20 cover to get in, and there's a waiting line. End up watching the second half of the first half through the window with some Brits. We make a 7-11 run for a pint of Bushmills which we finish by the half at which point some people are leaving and we're first in order to get in. Go in at halftime. The place is fucking packed...all three floors...people sitting two-by-two on the stairs to watch the match. Buy my first Boddingtons. The crowd is about 70% Brits;20% South Africans 10% Americans. Group of Aussies see my hat and start yelling, "Go Bucks." End up watching the second half with them. They're for England, but all is friendly and good (Ohio State is their favorite American football team). Many Boddingtons; many shots of Bushmills. Great defensive match--damn the Boks have gotten fast since their dark period earlier this decade...they were always big and strong but slow as shit; that's changed!...damn that one gigantic dude is tough as shit, cracks his cranium, has the trainer come out and bandage his dome and never leaves the field...only thing he was missing was the fucking bolts in his neck.
End of the day, the best sporting event that I've ever watched in a bar. Match ends...catch a cab up to Roscoe Village for the second half of the Buckeyes game and the epic beatdown of Notre Dame.
Picked up some lobster bisque and a massive dry aged prime steak at whole foods on way back to Lincoln Park...about to cook it while I watch my new dvd of Shaft in Africa. All is well.
Go Hockey Bucks...Kick Fredo of Ohio's ass tomorrow!