Tenzin Choephel
Thursday morning, I decided to stay in the hotel to
finish up some of my stories from the last couple of days. Adam Lewis, a member in our group, decided to
stay in as well. He was finishing up his stories on Cuban baseball. So we both missed the morning tour with plans to meet up with our group during
lunch at Jose Fusters house. Fuster
is a famous Cuban painter, and I was interesting in
seeing his work. When we asked for direction to his house, some of the hotel
workers had no idea if Fuster
served lunch or had a restaurant. This was partially our fault with the “Spanglish”
communication we had. Adam and I gave up, so we headed
out to grab some lunch on El Obispo; a busy little street with many food joints. For a dirt cheap
price of one and a half Cuban dollars, I was able to
buy some fried rice. The food was absolutely terrible. In fact, I think it might be a reason why
I feel a little sick.
Being huge sports fans, we headed out to El
Parque Central. We were told that this park was the place where many Cubans
argue about baseball. The park wasn’t very far from our hotel or El Obispo, so it proved to
be a pretty good place to write down some notes and film these passionate fans.
Once we crossed the street to the park, you can immediately hear men yelling. There
was this huge circle of people either talking or
listening intently. Despite our lack of
Spanish, it was quite entertaining to see these baseball
fans. When they would speak, many
would throw their hands around like wild man to get their point across. Some even got into each
other’s faces. But they would never cross the line and physically attack one
another. It was quite the debate
and I was a little worried one baseball fanatic might cross the line. We even had a nice Cuban man explain some things to us, including a joke
made by one Los Industriales fan (team in Havana) about how Los Isla
(another team) batted like women!
I had come to the park before and seen many of
the same people arguing. Baseball was their heart and soul. Instead of working
or going to school, many of these men passed their time arguing and debating. I’ve always loved healthy sports debates. Not the
ones you see on ESPN where Steven A. Smith or Skip Bayless make it their right to personally attack each
other! But the passion I saw here at the park made me
feel comfortable to be in Cuba. It was almost like I was home, arguing about sports to some of my
best friends. Cuba truly is an amazing place, from the people, to the
architecture, to their love of sports (baseball and futbol), and even to this
unique park. I probably won’t get another time to visit such a lovely place.
But I hope that more people can witness how unique it really is.
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