There was also torrential rain on the mountain side. The first rain we had seen since arriving in the country. I don't remember exactly but it may have even been the last time we saw rain in the States. Luckily we were beneath a roof. Even with the rain, the place was still very hot, hikers even went by with their shirts off.
Then we went to a golf club to watch England play the USA in the World Cup. I'm sure every English football fan remembers that unfortunate attempt at a save. A horrific moment made all the more brutal by being exposed to a certain American commentator. An idiot who declared with conviction that "Dempsey's shot was a great shot because it was on target". You could argue that it was a great goal with its greatness resulting from entertainment value. However, it definitely wasn't a great shot, or a good shot, in fact it resembled a pass more than a shot.
After watching fellow countrymen fail to win a game in a sport they had invented against a country that had only had a real league since 1994, it was our turn under perform. I hadn't played basketball for several years and even when I did play it was only intermittently. I had never seen Ed exert himself beyond going for a long walk, usually to get to a cinema. However, it was still an embarrassingly bad performance that saw us lose a game to my...I guess I'll call him uncle to save working out 3rd cousins/removed stuff I don't understand, and his young daughter. Who we kept running into accidentally and knocking to the floor. Luckily I will always have the fall-back excuse I'm not tall enough for basketball.
