Day 14: Psyche Tape

This post is part of a once-a-day-month-long-blogging-bonanza with my pals Amanda Hollinger, Monica Wyche, and Ami Worthen.

Fall, 1986. I’m a freshman on the bus en route to our first away soccer game of the season. The seniors are sitting in the back of the bus, a gang of raw talent, driver’s licenses, and cool. God, they were so cool. I wanted to be all of them at once.

One of them puts a tape in the boombox, and these two songs play in succession. In its entirety, this mix is known as the “psyche tape.” And I never forget it.

And we win.

 

 

Real Madrid v. Barcelona

A poem about watching soccer in a bar with friends. Or perhaps a bit more.

Over pints of Guinness
We, four impatients
Two men, two women
Fingers drumming, feet stomping
Waiting
For the exceedingly perseverant Catalans
To frustrate the Castilians to fever and froth
To the trembling edge of error
Where the battle of cleats and kits
Needs only my brief absence
A quick trip to the loo
To declare a tide turn
A Catalan conquest
Two, nil.