by Sam Winston
So Turkey just won its second improbable, no unfathomable, game to enter the semi-finals of the Euro Cup against Germany. And every single German just muttered under their breath, "Oh Sh*!"
The Turkish make up the overwhelming largest minority group in Germany, and well, let's just say relationships between the two can be strained at times. To put it another way, often when I get complimented on my German, its followed by some sort of comparison to the Turkish who never bother to learn the language. The situation is a lot more nuanced of course, but you get the idea.
Now there's five long days until the two country's soccer teams will face off.
I want to say it would be like if Harlem, Southside Chicago, Detroit, Oakland, and New Orleans had their own black football team and faced off against the Packers for the Superbowl. In the Seventies. But that actually makes no sense.
I was just sitting in a bar cheering raucously for Turkey. I had no feeling towards Croatia one way or another, and there's something irrepressibly likeable about a team like Turkey's that refuses to die. Especially in "Euro Cup", where Turkey without question feels like the unwelcomed guest at the party.
The poor Germans. Nobody in this country will probably get decent sleep for the next five days. Last night Germany had a magnificent triumph against Portugal, a game everyone expected the Portuguese to handle easily, including the eternally pessimistic Germans. It was a full on party in the street, with every car pamping their horns, and every bit of black, red, and gold being waved around until the early morning. This just to reach the semi-finals.
Now as I write this, the Turks of Germany are doing the same thing. Horns, flags, drinking, and Freude. What will happen between now and the game, is anyone's guess.
Disclaimer: I fully realize this has absolutely nothing to do with New Orleans in the literal sense. And to that I say, "so what?"