SubscribeThe night before the 1994 World Cup final, I was headed home from a get together with friends, down around the University of Toronto. It was about 2:15am or so, which meant taking the all night Yonge St. bus; all the way North.[deleted - a bunch of stuff about satellite images and exact locations, because somebody else beat me to it]
I had to wait at the stop, College and Yonge, for about 30min. It normally wouldn't have taken so long, but there was a traffic jam of cars waving Brazilian and Italian flags, and hundreds of people on the street. All of them honking horns, blowing whistles, and screaming madly and excitedly.
Then, suddenly, a big splash of water! It was bout ten feet in front of me, splashing near the curb. I had no idea where it came from, but I didn't really think about it. A few minutes later, splash again. This happened several times at even intervals. Eventually it dawned on me, that is about the amount of time it takes to fill a bucket with water!
One of the residents of the condo on the south-east corner of Carlton and Yonge must have been upset by the noise. This person was dumping buckets from their balcony, three or four floors up, aiming at the loudest of the cars.
Finally the bus came, and it was packed! I managed to squeeze myself a bit of space up front - nearby was a dreadlocked guy with a Jamaican accent. He yelled, "Brraaaazzzzzillll!"
And in response, the rest of the people at the front of the bus screamed, "BRRRRAAAAZZZZZILLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!"
Then, the people at the back of the bus screamed, "Vive l'Italiaaa!!!"
And the dreadlock guy screamed, "Vive le Brazzilll!!!"
And his chorus at the front of the bus called, "BRRAAAZZZZILLLLLL!!!!!!!"
Then another guy, "G-G-G-Goalllllll Brrrazzzillll !!!!!"
And the bus returned, "BRRAZZZILLLL!!!!!!!"
This went on for several minutes. Sometimes the call would be a star player, "G-G-G-Goallll, Romariooo!!" Or, "G-G-G-Goallll, B-bagiooo!!"
At one point some weird preppy frat-boy screamed, "AAARR-GO-SSS!!!!!" The idiot!
Some other guy screamed, "JAMMMAICA!"
To witch the preppy guys started singing Bob Marley, “Lets get together and feel all right..” In this incredibly stupid tone, which could only have come from a preppy frat-boy.
After 5-10 minutes - it seemed to be much longer, but it couldn't have been - the driver called out the stop at Bloor, and the dreadlock guy got off. Only after yelling one last time, "BBBRRRRAAAAAAZZZZILLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!"
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posted by kate blank at 8:59 AM on July 22