RIO DE JANEIRO – His plastic commemorative Rio Olympics beer cups were stacked nine high. A 10th one filled with Skol, best described Bud Light without the flavor, topped them, creating a wobbly goblet. Based on this, I knew he was my kind of people when I stood next to him on a concrete stoop, behind the last row of seats at Maracanã Stadium.
The gold medal men’s soccer match between Brazil and Germany had a thrilling first half followed by a tense but lackluster second half. This was only rumor to me, by the way, because in true Rio Olympic tradition, my journey to the stadium was mired by late buses and abject weirdness; like when the driver made an unscheduled stop in the middle of a highway to let a man out so he could locate a bar to watch the match we were trying to reach via the bus. Such is Rio.
I arrived at the start of the first overtime and ran to the first open space I saw, standing on my toes and angling my neck to look through several sets of shoulders at the field. IRead More »from Experiencing Brazil’s nuttiest fan tradition at gold medal soccer