What’s up guys? If you’re a loyal listener of either podcast I feature on then you already know that I’m studying abroad in London this Spring. If you didn’t already know…well…now you know. I’m not sure if I’ll remain as dedicated to covering sports on top of my coursework and traveling for the next few months, so I wanted to switch it up a bit and contribute an alternative
fact feature to the website.
I’ll be returning to the good ol’ States (if they still exist) in mid-June. Until then I’ll be keeping you guys entertained through this narrative. In this column I’ll be recounting my experiences in London in addition to other destinations in Europe. Hope you guys enjoy!
I departed my house for JFK International at 4:30 pm on Monday January 23, 2017. Little did I know it would be the last time I see the sun, ever. I’ve been here for almost two weeks now and I swear it’s like the Brits are allergic to the damn thing. I check the weather reports multiple times per day in the hopes that there’s an update saying “Oh looks like there’ll be some nice rays of sun tomorrow” but nah. On the bright side I’ve kind of already gotten used to it, but I feel like I’ve relived the same day over and over again because in the last two weeks I’ve woken up, eaten a bowl of English Cheerios, gotten dressed, and walked outside into a freaking monsoon. Wind and rain 24/7/365.
That’s enough about the weather for now, but know for sure that I won’t stop complaining about it. In the days I’ve spent here so far I’ve practically just been a tourist. My first week and a half here took me to a ton of different places within London (you’re welcome for the awesome pictures):
London Stadium (West Ham v. Man City)
I’ll tell ya that getting to see my boys in blue play a competitive match for the first time ever was the most surreal experience of my entire life. For years I’ve been watching them play on television from thousands of miles away, and the other night I got to see my heroes put on a dominant performance 100 feet away from me. Gabriel Jesus made his full Premier League debut and provided a goal and assist. When he becomes the best player in the world one day I’ll be able to say I was there from the beginning, and I can’t even describe how that feels.
While it was vastly different seeing all these famous landmarks in person as opposed to in pictures, I have a bone to pick with the locals:
- Big Ben. Why is it so special? It’s a clock. America doesn’t have those? Get outta here. Score 1 to the US.
- Tower Bridge. It’s a bridge. A bridge. It does what every other bridge on Earth does. Again, get out. 2-0 America.
- The town next to me is named Euston. Reminds me of Houston. Reminds me of Brock Osweiler. Brock Osweiler ruins football for anybody watching him play. Screw Brock Osweiler. Screw Euston. 3-0 good guys.
Above is a map of the world. Countries that drive on the left are colored orange. In green are the normal countries that drive on the right. Get with the times England. Knock out blow. 4-0 ‘Murica.
That’s all for now. Tons of stuff on tap for me in the coming weeks so I may keep these short and sweet, depending on how often I write. Hearing that there’s a ton of snow back home so I hope you all are coping with it well. Class starts Monday and courses here are three hours long, so that’s fun.
Catch y’all soon
P.S. I’ll be attending the Watford-Burnley game tomorrow because I’m a degenerate and obsessed with this sport to the point where I’ll pay $20 to watch two mediocre teams kick a ball around and not score for 90 minutes. $12 to whoever can tell me how Watford got the nickname “Hornets”