I just played one of the best pickup games in my life, maybe ever. It was certainly the most satisfying one I've had since college, which for me was the golden era of good pickup games. A couple factors contributed to this: the fact that we were all relatively free, close to each other (and fields to play), and in shape; the existence of a good number of soccer-playing girls (coed games are typically far less toxic); and the fact that we had to see each other in class ensured that nobody could be too mean without having awkward interactions later.
A great pickup game is hard to come by these days. When I have been uninjured and able I have been looking for them two or three times every week for years. So many things have to go right: you have to find enough space to play (easier said than done here), with enough other players willing to join a game (but not too many). The skill levels should be comparable. And people have to be nice to each other. In my experience this rarely happens. Often times it fails at the first hurdle — no fields, not enough people — and even when that is cleared the disparities in skill are too great or people bicker instead of playing.
Today by some miracle all of these conditions were present. Ten of us assembled and played on half of an Astroturf field for almost two hours. We dragged goals and set rules (no shots above the waist) and put cones up and picked even teams. Everybody wanted to be there. It doesn't happen often, but when the passes flow and everyone is having fun, the beautiful game purrs. The adrenaline I get when I play is the most exhilarating drug I know. You have to think creatively — how do I unpick this defense? Defend the goal from their attacks? — but not too much, lest you lose focus and the ball. If you succeed more often than not it will be a thing of beauty. And if you fail you get to try again and again and again. I wish more things in life were like this.
A good pickup game beats a good competitive game. The lower stakes mean that people are more likely to take risks, attempt tricks, make audacious plays. You can think more and practice playing in unfamiliar positions. Your mistakes (usually) aren't chastised. And the whole thing is so fleeting — you've found nine other strangers who all coincidentally showed up to the same place looking for the same fix, and now for an hour or two you all speak the same language, and then after it's over you probably won't see many of them ever again.
It brings a tear to my eye if I think about it too much. Whenever soccer goes well I reminisce by rewatching goal compilations of yore. Jack Wilshere's goal against Norwich is my favorite. (The first video on YouTube of this goal is set to Coldplay's "Viva La Vida". Never change.) The skill, the finesse, the speed to ping the ball back and forth so quickly the other team stands still! I get glimpses of this beauty in other sports, but never more than I do in the beautiful game.
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Tangentially related — I saw this article quoting Gianni Infantino, the corrupt sonuvabitch1 at the helm of FIFA, talking about the dumpster fire that has been the Club World Cup:
We can say definitely that this FIFA Club World Cup has been a huge, huge, huge success. Of course, there are a lot of positives, some negatives.
We heard financially it would not work but I can say we generated over $2bn in revenues with this competition. We earned on average $33m per match. There is no other cup competition in the world that comes close to $33m per match. (...) It is already the most successful club competition in the world with all different measurements.
The first comment beneath the article read:
I remember as a young boy watching [Thierry] Henry doing his magic I said to myself "Look at him, he is generating so much revenue". That's why we love football. That's magic
I don't think I need to say any more than that.
Highlights
Cheong Fun Cart
159 Hester St, New York, NY 10013
It is kind of comical to me that a cart less than five square feet can get a health rating. How long does the inspection take? Even if you had any violations, it'd take about five minutes to clean up (i.e., throw any offending items/critters on the street). Anyway, an excellent, cheaper alternative to the half-hour wait at Yi Ji Shi Mo.
Kam Hing Coffee Shop
118 Baxter St, New York, NY 10013
One of my favorite spots in Chinatown. I liked the Thai tea flavor. Pineapple, not so much.
Deluxe Food Market
79 Elizabeth St, New York, NY 10013
Somehow I have never seen this place before, which Maps reviews are saying has been around for months. Pretty neat, though all the commotion and stuff to see in here awed me and earned me a few hollers in Cantonese. (This always amuses me because of course I never have any idea what they are yelling at me.)
The Little One
150 E Broadway, New York, NY 10002
Third time getting the hojicha kakigori now! Hidden gem indeed: none of my friends seem to have heard of this place. (Thanks, A.)
Never forget that this man, when confronted with criticisms about the World Cup being held in Qatar, a country with no footballing culture/heritage and a history of human rights abuses, defended himself by saying the stupidest sentences I've ever heard. The man will say anything if you pay him enough.↩