Day 18: Morning Market Time
Back again…UEFA Cup Final on the Tele…Gold Label to my left and I do believe the captain has turned off the no smoking sign in stately manner 232.
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or the past two and half weeks I’ve left my job on average at around 0445 everyday. Along the way from work to the hotel I cross what can only be described as Pike Place Market if it were really interested in selling goods and produce. I learned today the how-to’s of the marketplace from Sagar, my man with the wheel on the streets of Bombay.
The gist goes like this…the train brings in the goods from the country from the day before…the first drop-off comes at around 0415…last sell around 815…in between is simply pure unadulterated capitalism the likes of which even Jay Z would be proud of.
I stare in fear every morning of the pure rush of selling and potential damage some of this produce would do to the urinals of Bombay. This is the breeding ground of urinal social criminals. Despite my fear for the Rocamarket I realized today that my 1730 commute home on the viaduct will never deliver the same level of visual stimulation.
So as I dwindle down my days under the Bengal-Sun I reminisce on this delightfully odd period of my life in the year 2007. The lights flicker on and off in the 232 right now, which might be an indication that my Wednesday is coming to a close, much like Espanyol's UEFA cup chances and my last glass of Gold Label. Cheers.
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or the past two and half weeks I’ve left my job on average at around 0445 everyday. Along the way from work to the hotel I cross what can only be described as Pike Place Market if it were really interested in selling goods and produce. I learned today the how-to’s of the marketplace from Sagar, my man with the wheel on the streets of Bombay.The gist goes like this…the train brings in the goods from the country from the day before…the first drop-off comes at around 0415…last sell around 815…in between is simply pure unadulterated capitalism the likes of which even Jay Z would be proud of.
I stare in fear every morning of the pure rush of selling and potential damage some of this produce would do to the urinals of Bombay. This is the breeding ground of urinal social criminals. Despite my fear for the Rocamarket I realized today that my 1730 commute home on the viaduct will never deliver the same level of visual stimulation.
So as I dwindle down my days under the Bengal-Sun I reminisce on this delightfully odd period of my life in the year 2007. The lights flicker on and off in the 232 right now, which might be an indication that my Wednesday is coming to a close, much like Espanyol's UEFA cup chances and my last glass of Gold Label. Cheers.
posted by Jimbo at 5:43 PM
7 Comments:
3 PK saves are not unheard of but still exceptional in a big game.
How was the commentary for the game? We had Maximum Barros on the call in the states. Thus I watched the game on mute.
Tell me the Indian Market had their own version of steet musicians? any snake charmers? Bombay Spoon man?
believe it or not I think I saw a snake charmer one of the mornings I was coming home...it could been exhaustion...unfortunatley there was no photographic proof...
The announcing was top notch and the direct English Speaking feed that went out to the rest of the world except the US and Canada...
I'm not saying the game was dull, because it wasn't...but there was definitely a quality gap from Sevilla during the first 90...they had about 5 or 6 chances from almost point blank and missed big...both teams played it out tough...I still would've like to have seen a matchup of different geo's in the final...
Spurs v Bremen was my ideal matchup...but congrats go to Sevilla...
Mmmm the Indian Market.
I envision Jimbo running through the market, knoocking baskets off the heads of people, looking for the kidnapped Marion, (Cue John Williams score)
Sevilla should have won the game outright during the first 90, and I'd dare say should have won in OT also... so it was good to see them pull out the PK round as well.
Goose, I like your image of Jimbo as Indy... but I envision Jimbo more as a cross between Blade Runner's dark streets and Jason Bourne hiding out in the 2nd film (before "they" find him and kill Train-fav Franka Potente) in the Indian countryside.
"indyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy"
I'd agree that a Spurs/Breman game would have been better. The fact that two teams playing in the final were of the same leauge wasn't even lost on KR.... "So, this game is being played in Scotland, between two Spanish team. Why is this not being played in Spain" I really could only answer with... Good Question.
Sevilla is a far better team. I doubt that they will be able to keep a hold of some of there players. I bet that Freddy Kanute and Danny Alves are picked up next year. I would love to see them stay and try to end the Barca/Real dominance of La Liga. Juande Ramos is going to get a lot of offers from big clubs. I wouldn't mind him coming to the bridge. If the Special One moves on.
Franka would've helped out on this trip...
If it's good enough for Jason Bourne it's good enough for the Lodge.
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