como en cuba

We decided to eat cuban style last night at a friend`s underground restaurant. Upon arrival we got asked in a cheerful tone "hey, wanna play futbol?" I don`t know why, but the first thing that crossed my mind was... "in the house?" I knew this sounded foolish as soon as it crossed my mind so I immediately changed "house" to backyard, ..again- foolish for a house in town. I asked where. Just around the corner. So they would play a friendly game around the corner, alright, I said, but I think I`ll watch. They laughed. Of course I wouldn`t play. Negro doesn`t play futbol. As disturbing as it is to admit, if he`s going to engage and fully enjoy a sport its going to be rugby, or something of the violent type. We got into the car. He didn`t want to play and I didn`t want to watch. I have the attention span of about 7 seconds when watching futbol. It turned out to be a tournament in a club miles away, clearly not the park on the corner as I had pictured in mind. Lots of futbol fanatics and us. It turned out to be fun, and the oppposing team had one guy walk away without an injury. A long futbol night, but worth the variety of underground pizza that followed.