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	<title>Comments on: Tuniermannschaft, flags, and chaos in the streets</title>
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		<title>By: splice &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Skyped</title>
		<link>http://www.johnborland.com/2006/07/01/tuniermannschaft-flags-and-chaos-in-the-streets/comment-page-1/#comment-24</link>
		<dc:creator>splice &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Skyped</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 09 Jul 2006 04:30:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] John called me from Berlin today, on Skype. I could still hear the residual &lt;a href=&#8221;http://johnborland.com/wordpress/2006/07/01/tuniermannschaft-flags-and-chaos-in-the-streets/&#8221;&gt;excitement&lt;/a&gt; in his voice after Germany&#8217;s victory over Argentina. It sure was strange, and nice, to hear his voice. A feeling came over me that I cannot quite describe, but the best comparison might be suddenly going outside (where it&#8217;s sunny, hot, windy) after being busy inside your apartment all day. Suddenly, everything shifts in plane&#8211; like you were walking with a plate of food, and suddenly the plane of the plate shifts in your hand (it is barbeque season, after all) because you stumbled, or the grabbing wind, or your thoughts were somewhere else. The plane shift jolts you back a little into a feeling which is already lost, but you are aware again. [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] John called me from Berlin today, on Skype. I could still hear the residual &lt;a href=&#8221;http://johnborland.com/wordpress/2006/07/01/tuniermannschaft-flags-and-chaos-in-the-streets/&#8221;&gt;excitement&lt;/a&gt; in his voice after Germany&#8217;s victory over Argentina. It sure was strange, and nice, to hear his voice. A feeling came over me that I cannot quite describe, but the best comparison might be suddenly going outside (where it&#8217;s sunny, hot, windy) after being busy inside your apartment all day. Suddenly, everything shifts in plane&#8211; like you were walking with a plate of food, and suddenly the plane of the plate shifts in your hand (it is barbeque season, after all) because you stumbled, or the grabbing wind, or your thoughts were somewhere else. The plane shift jolts you back a little into a feeling which is already lost, but you are aware again. [...]</p>
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		<title>By: Stephen</title>
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		<dc:creator>Stephen</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Jul 2006 20:21:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I watched the game in San Francisco in a mobbed bar whose crowd seemed evenly split in loyalty. By the end of the match, I was left half-deaf and half-hoarse from the noise. It was remarkable to be transported in spirit to another realm so completely--the fans sang fight songs and performed all the other rituals one might expect from fans watching the show in person who are trying to communicate a boost to their team on the field. We were a third of the world away, but it was hard to tell.</description>
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