A Wolverine in London

I took my first trip across the pond last week, so what better way to capture the experience by writing a CRFC blog. I really thought it wouldnít be a much different experience than going toNew York, given that our language and looks are the pretty much the same. But I soon realized that there were plenty of cultural differences between the local blokes and we Americans.

When flying across the United States, I am always somewhat comforted by the fact that if something went wrong in the air, there is at least some solid ground below in case we had to make an emergency landing. But if something goes wrong in the air when you are flying across the Atlantic, well, like Big Pu$$y from the Sopranoís, you are swimming with the fishes. A Wolverine against a great white shark? I donít like my chances.

People do actually drive on the other side of the rode in London. I am thinking of switching the steering wheel on my own car just so I can get out of the CRFC parking lot without pulling my arm out of its socket.

The British ìteleî situation is absolutely awful. I am sorry, but people just arenít funny in England. But even though you canít get ESPN, you can find soccer, billiards, or darts being broadcast live seemingly at any time of the day. I see an opportunity here for CRFC to take its basketball action to satellite TV as I would have rather watched the B1 West action from Thursday night than a guy sweating his brains out throwing a dart.

Gas in London costs the equivalent of $8 a gallon. And people donít like Tony Blair just as much as we donít like George Bush (except for Edwards). Not 100% sure if those two points are related, but they seem to be.

Random thought I had while at the intermission of The Miserableís: I love how the NBA referees almost never call guys like Allen Iverson for a palming violation, yet some players in our leagues want it called within the hallowed halls of CRFC. And this was before the Revís jihad blog.

Speaking of jihad, I traveled with two of my friends who just happen to be of Arab descent. Customs for me was an absolute breeze as I may as well have been part of the royal family. Customs for them? Letís just say they got more action from airport security than they did the rest of the trip. And they did get action during the rest of the trip!

British people absolutely party their face off. We went to a place one Friday night and it was jammed with about 250 completely annihilated British people dancing to the American hits of the 80ís. And it was only 6 PM.

Later that night we went to a club and witnessed a couple doing the Lilí Nasty in one of the booths with nobody really taking a huge notice of what was going on. Luckily, I had my camera phone, which I soon found it, is very much frowned upon. Where is JRod when you need him?

The women over there are by far the most attractive of all the cities I have been to (i.e. Vegas and Saugus). Most of them are very well dressed ñ they make you at least look at them when they walk by. Again, the use of camera phones is frowned upon.

People knew right away we were American. Not because of the way we looked or spoke, but because of the way we tipped. Apparently, 10% of the bill is a great tip over there – information that we could have used a little earlier in the trip. And I thought the bartenders just really liked our personalities.