Friday 6 October 2006
a blind date in new york
It was the meeting of the minds last night, well not really but my blind date with New York Addick was probably a lot more interesting than most blind dates with any female company could have been, that is unless she was an Addick living in America writing a blog with perhaps bigger boobs!
Pints of beer were consumed, stories of away games were taken in turn to be told and a general nervousness of the unchartered waters in which the HMS Dowie is sailing was agreed upon.
Not surprisingly NYA and I had lot in common. Both Addicks, who had taken a leap of faith both as young kids when taken to The Valley by our respective Dads and later in life coming to America with a visa and a hope that it would all work out.
An engaging a thoughtful young man (well younger than me anyway), NYA talked excitedly about him and his wife’s forthcoming new addition, about being a lifelong Addick, this despite growing up in North London and about making the most of living in America and the opportunities that it presents. We also talked about how hard it is to turn friendly American’s into more than just ‘buddies’ agreeing that simply it’s hard to even attempt to replicate some of the lifelong friendships you have back at home.
We discussed the pros and cons of getting relegated – the good old days reincarnated or the road to ruin? We wished that Curbs had been a bit more unguarded in his book. “I woke up and went to the training ground,” is not going to win him a Pulitzer prize or convince big-hitting chairman that he is one of the most thoughtful minds in football and we agreed that Bryan Hughes is a large waste of space, this after only one sip of beer.
NYA couldn’t remember why he started his blog but I suspect it was similar reasons to mine, wanting to share experiences and equally store them somewhere other than to memory and back in those early days after arriving in the States, plainly just having no one really to tell.
The night and beer count flew by but it was eventually time to head back into the New York night. An enjoyable blind-date and not only because he picked up the tab! ¶ 17:04
It was the meeting of the minds last night, well not really but my blind date with New York Addick was probably a lot more interesting than most blind dates with any female company could have been, that is unless she was an Addick living in America writing a blog with perhaps bigger boobs!Pints of beer were consumed, stories of away games were taken in turn to be told and a general nervousness of the unchartered waters in which the HMS Dowie is sailing was agreed upon.
Not surprisingly NYA and I had lot in common. Both Addicks, who had taken a leap of faith both as young kids when taken to The Valley by our respective Dads and later in life coming to America with a visa and a hope that it would all work out.
An engaging a thoughtful young man (well younger than me anyway), NYA talked excitedly about him and his wife’s forthcoming new addition, about being a lifelong Addick, this despite growing up in North London and about making the most of living in America and the opportunities that it presents. We also talked about how hard it is to turn friendly American’s into more than just ‘buddies’ agreeing that simply it’s hard to even attempt to replicate some of the lifelong friendships you have back at home.
We discussed the pros and cons of getting relegated – the good old days reincarnated or the road to ruin? We wished that Curbs had been a bit more unguarded in his book. “I woke up and went to the training ground,” is not going to win him a Pulitzer prize or convince big-hitting chairman that he is one of the most thoughtful minds in football and we agreed that Bryan Hughes is a large waste of space, this after only one sip of beer.
NYA couldn’t remember why he started his blog but I suspect it was similar reasons to mine, wanting to share experiences and equally store them somewhere other than to memory and back in those early days after arriving in the States, plainly just having no one really to tell.
The night and beer count flew by but it was eventually time to head back into the New York night. An enjoyable blind-date and not only because he picked up the tab! ¶ 17:04
