There is an all-Italian team in P’s indoor league. They couldn’t be more typical if they were custom-ordered from an ethnic stereotype catalog. Names like Tony and Frank? Check. Dark, curly hair? Churlish temperaments? Check and check. Oh, and did I mention we’re in New Jersey, too?
There is a set of twins–one goalie, the other captain—whose voices are pretty deep and resonant. It’s the voice of God, if God is Foghorn Leghorn’s Barnyard Dawg.
They are thick and violent and not very clever, and are apt to form threatening groups on and off the field, warning refs or opponents to “ betta watch your back!” One night, some of the other team’s groupies got rowdy, and Voice Of God thundered, “I guess SOME guys don’t know how to control their women, huh!”
What am I supposed to do with that? It’s like someone is handing out free prejudice samples.
Also? Europeans are awesome. I just saw a tourist with a Dooney & Bourke fanny pack, styled somewhere between an apron and a carpenter’s tool belt.
