I was monitoring the score from Strudel Cafe in Jerusalem. I was planning on flying from Copenhagen to Istanbul, but for only $40 more I couldn’t to Israel and there had just been a bombing a month before, so I thought that it would be a safe time to visit and then could bounce to Istanbul next.
Well, it turned out that the day I bought my ticket there was a second bombing and then not many days late, UCLA bombed the fuck out of us as I occasionally logged on for 15 minutes to check scores, stats, & email before logging off for another 15 to 30 minutes because dial up internet was not cheap in Jerusalem Internet cafe in 1997.
The bar owner went to Holland Hall in Tulsa, but don’t know where he went for college. One of his buddies who came in went UT, but didn’t know how to complete more than one more sentence after I responded that I was not in a Jewish fraternity at UT.
They chatted about where they were when they heard the second bombing and going to gather kids from school as I repeated logged on to see the UCLA was igniting dynamite 🧨 in our asses with no end in sight.
Had been looking forward to that game for months.