Mission: Find a bar near Centralia, PA, small town USA, to watch the World Cup Soccer game. Pipe had this in the bag. Previously he had made calls and found a local watering hole equipped with TV. Would this establishment kindly tune into the World Cup Games for the Hooligan Pilgrims’ viewing pleasure? Into town we went passing small homes set side by side and festooned with Americana regalia. The bar looked to be such a house save for 2 small signs advertising the sale of Bud Lite and Michelob. Strange, but much stranger exists. Inside was ashy darkness; a blinding contrast to the bright sunny day outside. And what little air available was smoke-stained and stale. A large man played pin ball, one
elderly gent sat with an ashtray and beer, and the bar keep covered a stool behind the counter. A TV hung in the corner and lo behold, the World Cup was playing, waiting for us it seemed. Delightful! “Looks like it’s going to be a liquid breakfast for us” I said to Abi.
Not a terrible fate, but some solid food would be welcome. We were in luck as the bar was selling pizza squares comparable to Marlo’s beloved Elio’s for $1.50/slice. Frozen and prepared in a toaster, these pizzas were above satisfactory in filling our empty bellies. Marlo and Pipe quickly got into the game, shouting obscenities and offences, commenting and criticizing in quick, loud outbursts punctuated by triumphant shouts and frustrated groans.
Abi and I made use of the ladies room and caught up with some lady grooming. I shaved my underarms and legs and she washed her bangs in the tiny sink. After freshening up our lady selves we joined the boys in more beers and more cheers.