Monday, March 16, 2009

Saturday trials and tribulations

Saturday, we ventured into downtown Trondheim, lured by the nice weather and the hopes of the slack-jawed yokels with backpacks and cowbells local sports fans being up at Granåsen hooting and hollering on the occasion of the World Cup in something related to skis.

No such luck. Downtown was packed to the extent that we had to give up finding a parking spot following two hipster chicks and one elderly couple totally snagging parking spots we'd been waiting for. Following that, my anger and blood pressure spiked to levels which suggested that we'd get the hell out of the downtown area. On the way home, a skinny inbred douchenozzle hotshot NASCAR driver flipped me the bird because I was only doing 80 in a 70 zone, some 500 meters before his exit.

So my question is this: Beside the World Cup; what exactly was the deal on this particular Saturday that caused all the people who normally have seat reservations on the short bus to throw out their medication, get in their cars and re-inact scenes from "Dukes of Hazzard" in the Trondheim region?


Anders said...


Yeah, you're the real sports fan, aren't you?

Wilhelm said...

While it's true that mainstream sports bore me to tears, I could care less, as long as these yokels don't make downtown traffic into a scene from Smokey And The Bandit.

However, you gotta wonder about peeps who wear and actively use cowbells while also displaying all other sorts of features commonly associated with livestock.