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Boca Juniors vs. River Plate - an introduction to football
Tomas woke me up at a quarter to 7, only an hour and a half after we had gotten in from a travel day from Buenos Aires to Mar del Plata. Never having been to a soccer game in my life, I had agreed to the idea of getting tickets to the Boca vs. River match the night before, but not before all the requisite questions:
“You’re sure it’s going to be great? There’s absolutely no other way to get tickets to this match? No brokers? No street salesmen? No scalpers? No fucking StubHub?! Do you know I need at least two hours of sleep to control bodily functions? Are you aware I cannot be held responsible for sleep-punching?”
His answers, to my dismay, made a lot of sense. There are no brokers, no online sales, no re-distributors. Sleep punches would be returned and soiled underwear would be a problem of my own creation. Rebuffed, I asked around to locals about scalpers. Answer: Tickets are available, and there’s a one in three chance the ticket they sell you is only worth the paper it’s printed on.
We were getting up early. Fuck.