I have betrayed your trust. I need to come clean. I lied in my last post when I claimed that I wouldn't return to the Toumba. James Alex Emerson, all honor to his name, came to visit and we decided to attend PAOK's final home match of the season (sans tickets of course). The experience was comparable to my first journey into hell -- however this time a monster showered me in vomit, Emerson and I each left with swiss-cheesed garments thanks to sparks from nearby flares, and our section turned into a mosh pit several times over the course of the match. After PAOK scored a goal, I was thrown into the air only to land several rows down on a massive, shirtless, tattooed creature. He gave me a slimy hug to celebrate the goal then tossed me back up to my original perch. I also smuggled in a camera and shot a short video of the madness. Enjoy:
Inside the Toumba aka "This is Iraq!"
Emerson and I scurried around Athens last weekend, climb Mt. Olympus tomorrow (Zeus's temper permitting), and are camping in the Greek Islands this weekend. Giggity goo.
With Emerson at the Game
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