Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Local footie

After much pining and searching, last night I finally found a game of pick-up soccer. Just a few blocks away from me, in Memorial Park, which is across the street from the Manitoba Legislative Building.

NOT the kind of game I'm used to. I'm talking 30 guys on the field with none of the usual markers distinguishing the teams (lights/darks, shirts/skins, smokers/yogis). Each them a wicked prestipodidator (Yeah, that's right, I made up a new word by slammin' some Latin and Greek together -- who's gonna stop me?), but a hopeless ball-hog. Hell, coulda been one big game of every-man-for-himself keep-away for all I knew. I asked. The answer: "Just watch for a while. You'll figure it out". Uh-huh.

Pure chaos. I spent the entire time keenly observing each of the 30 players, looking for anything memorable I could latch onto to remind me who was friend and who foe. The guys who caught my attention were our goalie -- an elderly guy listening to the game on his portable radio -- and a gentleman wearing dress pants, a button-down shirt, a turban, and a kirpan.

Which got me thinking... How do Sikh soccer players deal with the religious requirement to wear a kirpan? How much of an issue is it? You'd think someone would've mentioned something if, say, the Australian Representative Sikh Soccer Team had showed up on the pitch with ceremonial daggers strapped to their uniforms. A search on the FIFA World Cup Germany 2006 website didn't turn up anything useful. A few stories about discrimination against Sikh athletes float around the net (such as the one about the young Sikh soccer player who was ordered to remove his headdress, or the one about the player ordered to remove his bracelet), but I feel ignorant. One of you fine reader's gotta know something about this, no?

Sadly, the field in the park is located near streets on two sides. I say sadly because tonight I witnessed what happens when soccer ball meets truck. Truck wins.

Sunday, May 28, 2006

One week down...


End of week one in Winnipeg. How many to go? No one can tell me for sure. I'm now working on the assumption that I'll be here till the end of September. Which in these parts means winter. Gonna have to get Sara to ship me my parka and mukluks.

In the week I've:

Typed 10,603 words
Eaten a scotch egg
Tossed back an oyster shot (sake, oyster, roe, wasabi -- yum!)
Passed Luke Wilson on the sidewalk
Painted the statue outside my balcony multiple times (Who is Garry, and why does she pine for him so?)

Started reading The Know-It-All: One Man's Humble Quest to Become the Smartest Person in the World by A.J. Jacobs. As the back cover tells it, "The Know-It-All chronicles NPR contributor A.J. Jacob's hilarious, enlightening, and seemingly impossible quest to read the Encyclopedia Britannica from A to Z." So far thanks to Jacobs I've learned that abalones have five assholes. My goal is to provide the same kind of valuable insights about this city in the upcoming months.