Watching Italians play sports: as well as weekend photos: 6-20-22: Monday Vibes

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 Out at dinner the other night, and to my right, I see a bunch of kids playing the 5,000 football game we play in America to stall time. For those who don't know what 5000 is, here's an example: I shout 400 alive and throw the ball in the air. If a person catches, they get 400 points, and so on. All of this adds up to 5,000. Once an accumulated score of  5,000 hits, you change throwers. 

 After a kid catches it, someone at the table next to me cheers because the kid is finally caught. This feels much like an organized game I would play at camp between periods. The cool thing about it is everyone seems interested. It's in the park. Everyone’s having a good time. They are civil about playing, but my memories back home recall that everyone starts a fight over the point value or who caught it, often causing fights. The kids are entertained, and I guess it keeps them available; that will do. Here, what a friendly competition playing with their friends. Although people may not be paying any attention, this one table has been firmly kept an eye on. Support is something we also don't see in America with this sport. Often, when this game is played, everyone is passing by, not caring but the claps. 



I think what brings everyone together as a sport is that it's fun and gives people time to hang out. It is a little activity, but everyone is having a good time. It's the same game played everywhere; it has its own competitive nature. It's a game for bragging rights, but you build confidence once you get a roll. 

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