XXVI
January 26, 1992. It is Super bowl Sunday, the most sacred day in American sports. A day dedicated to the celebration of football and beer and beer commercials featuring Beer Bottles playing for the Beer championship.
It will be early Monday morning, Israel time, when the game finally gets underway. The Washington Redskins, who demolished my Detroit Lions the game before are playing the Buffalo Bills.
We have seen a few games, on tape, during the season, on Monday nights at Casper’s, a sports bar located in Jerusalem. But the Super Bowl will be shown live on a big screen in the party room at a Jerusalem hotel. Tickets are hard to come by, but we have managed to get our hands on a few. We are going to the game.
The rumors started late in the day. Anyone caught at the game will be kicked out of Mercaz. Boomer will be there. There will be no second chances. There will be no appeal. Just pack your bags. And leave.
Was it the late hour, the fear of it being a scene, or just an attempt to unAmericanize American students that caused the threats? Who knows, but all of the sudden, no one was willing to take that risk. Because no one wants to call home and tell their parents that they were kicked out of Yeshiva for going to watch a football game when they were told they would be kicked out if they went.
The Redskins went on to beat the Bills that night, 37-24.
Boomer got to watch the game. Friends from other Yeshivas confirmed that he was there. The Mercaz guys who went to Netanya to watch it at someone’s grandmother’s house saw it as well.
You need to pick your fights, and this was not the right fight to pick. We skipped night seder that night and, two hours before the game, went to the hotel, and sold our tickets. Then we went out to a movie.
It will be early Monday morning, Israel time, when the game finally gets underway. The Washington Redskins, who demolished my Detroit Lions the game before are playing the Buffalo Bills.
We have seen a few games, on tape, during the season, on Monday nights at Casper’s, a sports bar located in Jerusalem. But the Super Bowl will be shown live on a big screen in the party room at a Jerusalem hotel. Tickets are hard to come by, but we have managed to get our hands on a few. We are going to the game.
The rumors started late in the day. Anyone caught at the game will be kicked out of Mercaz. Boomer will be there. There will be no second chances. There will be no appeal. Just pack your bags. And leave.
Was it the late hour, the fear of it being a scene, or just an attempt to unAmericanize American students that caused the threats? Who knows, but all of the sudden, no one was willing to take that risk. Because no one wants to call home and tell their parents that they were kicked out of Yeshiva for going to watch a football game when they were told they would be kicked out if they went.
The Redskins went on to beat the Bills that night, 37-24.
Boomer got to watch the game. Friends from other Yeshivas confirmed that he was there. The Mercaz guys who went to Netanya to watch it at someone’s grandmother’s house saw it as well.
You need to pick your fights, and this was not the right fight to pick. We skipped night seder that night and, two hours before the game, went to the hotel, and sold our tickets. Then we went out to a movie.
posted by Air Time at 9:34 AM
2 Comments:
seems like Boomer had a great job, He wason Ben Yehuda every night, probably had to go to strip clbs every know and then,..Just to make sure no Mercaz guys were there. And he watched the Super Bowl, with Mercaz picking up the cost of the ticket.
Good point, Shu! I actually met him one night on King George when I was with a former Merkaz guy. He actually introduced me to Boomer.
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