Meg
My friend Meg plays for the River women’s soccer team hear in Argentina. Even though she’s from Virginia Beach, she walked on and made the team. Today she and her River teammates faced off against Boca. Talk about a stark contrast! Last month I had to go through a tourist company just to get into the sold out match between the River and Boca men’s teams. The songs of 60,000 fans made for an unforgettable spectacle. Today, I entered the River complex for free, walked around behind the stadium and watched Meg’s game on River’s artificial turf practice field. I guess the Argentines haven’t received the Title IX memo.
While I haven’t gotten to know Meg overly well, she always been very kind to me. She was the blessed soul that brought me a new computer from the United States after mine had been stolen. You would be hard pressed to find anyone here who dislikes her as she is usually smiling and melts the hearts of the Argentine men with her strawberry blonde hair. It’s been a little while since I talked to her at length, but she is planning to go back to the U.S. for law school next fall. Word on the street is she has a boyfriend now, so maybe her travel plans have changed.
River ended up losing 4-3, but made a nice comeback toward the end. They were manhandled the first 75 minutes and found themselves down 4-1. Their push at the end brought them close, but they ran out of time.
I was the “pro” photographer today during and after the game. Diego, who recognized me from an apparent meeting we had last year, was excited when he saw my camera and wanted pictures for their church’s Web site. It’s amazing how different people look at you when you have a telezoom lens in your hands. You’re either their friend and they want pictures, they want to talk about the camera, or they’re suspicious and ask if you’re going to publish the photos on a Web site or as part of an article. If someone is especially paranoid, as are the older people around here, they think I’m from the government.
