Oh, to actually be famous...

This afternoon we went out and braved the smoke for a quick game of Frisbee golf. Ken had a few discs sent down in the mail and we thought we’d put them to good use. So, we walked to the park close by and played a “pick-up game,” where we just took turns pointing out the next tree or light pole that we would hit. To top it all off, there was a Nacional soccer game going on in the stadium located in the park where we were playing. Now, if you remember my soccer game entry and all the rabid fans, well, we could hear the deafening cheers across the park. It was so cool to step up to the “tee box” to the sound of cheers, screams, and fireworks. I knew that the crowd was loud, but not that loud. We discussed what if would be like to actually be at the center of the attention like that and perform to cheers and applause like that. We also thought that we could be running away from lions in the Roman coliseum, but it’s always a better dream to think about being victorious to the sound of a riotous crowd…