On a rather cloudy Sunday, we decided to go to a soccer game after the hang gliding instructor called and told us that it was too windy for hang gliding. Since we couldn't throw ourselves off a cliff, we decided that throwing ourselves into a drunk, rowdy crowd would be just as thrilling. So we went to the stadium fairly early to get our tickets and noticed only large bands of very enthusiastic men walking around and we started to feel a little nervous. When game time got closer, though, we saw many families and fans that looked a lot less aggressive. It turned out that the stadium was so big, (it fits 80,000) that you could easily have a whole row to yourself. There were a few sections where the die-hard fans banded together. There were drums, huge flags waving, and constant chanting - "Ole, Ole, Ole, Ole, Ole, Ole . . something something, something something." The game was pretty mellow. The Sao Paulo team won 1-0 against the Rio team.
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