Mi amigo is obsessed with his soccer team. Sometimes he makes me watch youtube videos of fans beating up fans of the opposing team.   We’re talking hours of this. Now he dresses me up in jersey’s from his team and sends the pictures to his dad.   I go along with it because I think it’s adorable.

I know people in the USA are sports fanatics, but it’s different than futball fans in South America.  Here it’s their life.  There is a level of passion that I’ve never witnessed anywere else about anything at all.  At the hostel the other night, the guy working the front desk made me watch youtube videos of fans cheering at a game.  When trying to explain his love for his team he told me a story about how his grandmother, who he loved to pieces, died, and that it didn’t make him cry.  But when his futball team lost the championship later that week, “I cry. Like baby girl.”  

Spending so much time with  my amigo in the picture has made me a fan too, or sorts.  He’s trained me to hate, no, not dislike, but literally HATE anyone wearing the jersey of his team’s enemy.  When I see a guy walking down the street with a blue and yellow jersey, I give him dirty looks.  Then I remember that I don’t actually care!  

The Argentineans are passionate people and I love that.  One day I want to care that much about something.  Well, something other than comedy.