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I was getting wet, with several rainshowers punctuating the game (Serge, of La Esquina, kindly handed out several umbrellas and a tarp to the unequipped cupsters—the hipsters had umbrellas, or stood under the awning). And I was getting bored, all those sort-of-near-goals, nothing ever really getting too close or unblockable, the crowd seeming desperate to get excited over something, even the not so close shaves—Germany and Italy were that well matched.

And then came that first goal in the last ninety seconds! I slowly walked around the cheering crowd to the other side for a better view. By the time I arrived at the east corner, the second goal had just penetrated the now loosely knit, still stupefied Germans and basta!

I managed to get a shot of the crowd’s pleasure (even the German I was standing next to was happy for some reason). See it above. The hipsters do like sitting and cheering with the cupsters, I think it makes them feel authentic. (Nothing more important to a hipster.)

There was a guy there who I thought, “Hey, he looks like Moby,” and who I didn’t think was actually Moby till he acted skittish when I got my camera out to capture the crowd. Was it Moby? Who knows? Who cares? If it wasn’t, that guy should rethink his look.

I had two 4th of July BBQ’s to attend, so I walked around the corner and bought some wine at Wine Therapy (Elizabeth Street), where I found two excellent and not so common Italian wines to celebrate.

Tomorrow: Allez les bleus!

Related: newyorkette’s previous coverage of Cupsters at La Esquina.

Posted Wednesday, July 5th, 2006 at 9:00 am under art, literature & other distractions, NYC. Feel free to trackback from your own site. All images on newyorkette.com are the intellectual property of Carolita Johnson, and you must ask (and receive) express permission to use them or reproduce them in any way whatsoever.