It has been a bit of an annoying day here. Earlier, we watched* the Boise State-Oregon game, and all the Kyrgyz were cheering for Oregon. They do love horses, so I thought BSU was an easy conversion, but it appears that the duck is a revered animal in the month of September.
Well, after the Ducks didn’t recover the onside kick (which was superbly represented, I might add) and it became apparent the Broncos would win, the ritual period of mourning began. So, for the entirety of the day, my ears were blasted with their wailings and throwing of cooked rice. Luckily, the prescribed timeframe of sorrow for contests in which you have not wagered any family member is only twelve hours, so tomorrow should be quite a bit better.
*Watched, not in the normal sense of watching, as in: watching a football game on TV. What we did do was attend a puppet show featuring jersey-wearing marionettes fashioned out of petrified gourds, painted blue and orange or green and yellow, respectively. The reason we watched it today instead of Saturday is that the puppeteers needed to get the full game report before they could present the program.
One issue I had was on their insistence on the marionettes riding horses; they are absolutely certain that football players ride horses—I mean, what’s the point of a contest if it doesn’t take place while showing off your horsemanship?