Futbolin

I would have been extremely surprised to see a shiny Tornado foosball table there, but that didn't stop my heart from slumping when I saw what I expected. The vintage tables had been repaired so many times, that few had their original parts. The tables rattled off sounds similar to kicking tin cans and spinning rolling pins. Upon closer inspection I noticed the players were all metal for increased lifespan and decreased in-game control.

After all the smack talk I dished out, it was important that I beat Franz. Even Ken asked me to whoop his boys for him - they can be cocky at times too. If I was going to beat Franz, it had to be on his home turf.

The group was just Andres, Sandro, Franz and I. The game was winner plays on. Franz beat me 4-1 in the first game, then beat Andres and lost to Sandro's crazy style. Then I wooped Sandro and Andres only to lose to Franz 3-2. Franz won the next two games and then beat me a final game 3-2. I still think I'm awesome, but yeah, I'm Franz's cachiman forever.

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Later in Cochabamba I played Flor and came real close to losing a best of 5 series. It came down to the last ball of the last game, but this time I saved my pride. Plus, I let her use spins. Woot woot!!

written by  ryanmyers on April 28, 2009 from Cochabamba, Bolivia
from the travel blog: Ryan's First Sabbatical
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