{"id":717,"date":"2012-04-19T14:13:57","date_gmt":"2012-04-19T12:13:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/damiengaleone.com\/?p=717"},"modified":"2012-11-04T11:23:59","modified_gmt":"2012-11-04T10:23:59","slug":"kdo-neskace-neni-cech-whoever-doesnt-jump-isnt-czech","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/damiengaleone.com\/?p=717","title":{"rendered":"Kdo nesk\u00e1\u010de nen\u00ed \u010cech! (Whoever doesn’t jump, isn’t Czech!)"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>So, it all starts when I get to the arena for the Czech-Slovak hockey game.<\/p>\n

My companion, B, hands me a face painting kit and a girl wearing a \u2018skirt\u2019 hands me tiny stickers of the Czech flag. B sticks them on my cheeks before I have time to come up with a dermatological excuse. I stand outside among the Czechs and Slovaks, some of whom are jibing each other with nationalistic epithets and all of whom are drinking beer.<\/p>\n

We go inside and I am handed two flags on sticks \u2013 one Czech, one Slovak. B informs me with no words that I am not to utilize the Slovak flag. She then tells two people dressed in lion costumes to maul me for a picture, and as their paws grope me to a disturbing pleasure it occurs to me that, while I am against it, I have taken a side in this hockey conflict.<\/p>\n

For a heathen, I have lots of daily goals. Eat vegetables after buying them. Stop drinking butter. Use the Internet for informational research and not pornography, music, pornography, Ukrainian dating sites, pornography and adult videos. For the most part, these goals are unattained.<\/p>\n

A major goal has been to stave off going native and I have written before about the transformation that occurs in a long time resident of the Czech Republic. And try though I do, it stills happens. A woman fifteen years younger than me is prime dating age and a line at the grocery store is more a \u2018suggested order\u2019 than a queue.<\/p>\n

I am not resisting Czech culture because I don\u2019t like it; I simply like imbibing Czech society as a somewhat objective observer.<\/p>\n

In terms of staving off being Czech, going to the hockey game is a mortal mistake. I swear I saw a sign proclaiming the evening \u2018Integrate Stubborn Foreigners into Czech Society\u2019 night.<\/p>\n

Our seats are behind goal at just about ice level, a piece of red construction paper is draped over the back of all the seats in our section. I sit in the seat, which is about two inches tighter than a seat in an American arena (clear denial: see butter activity above). I drink my beer and listen to the chants and the drums and the songs.<\/p>\n

In what must be a death duel between the shyness of the Czech and their interest in making out in public there is the \u2018Kiss Me\u2019 cam, which entails a man and woman (usually) being projected up on the scoreboard above the ice. They are framed in a heart with the words \u2018Kiss Me\u2019 written under it. If the couple kisses, they get a thumbs up and loud cheers from the crowd. If not, everyone boos as though someone has hung Jarom\u00edr J\u00e1gr in effigy.<\/p>\n

This cam brings on a whole new level of performance anxiety, since the last thing I need is to be judged by 10,000 Czechs as to whether I am going to undertake this venture. I slump in my seat and hide behind my facial stickers.<\/p>\n

As the game begins, I reinforce my observer status by imagining myself in a Denny\u2019s and whisper the mantra \u2018cheeseburgers are better than gula\u0161\u2019 over and over again. But just as it takes hold our section becomes the Czech flag. The people to the right hold blue construction paper above their heads as the people behind us do the same with white paper. We are red. B and I pick up our red paper, hoist it above our heads and I am part of the Czech flag.<\/p>\n

After this, it\u2019s sort of like the happy part of drowning. I resign myself to be Czech for the night, sit back and let it happen.<\/p>\n

I shout at the Slovak goalie, cheer with genuine excitement when the Czechs score and groan when they get a two-minute penalty for slashing. I chant along to \u010ce\u0161i (Czech!) and My chceme g\u00f3l (we want a goal!).<\/p>\n

When the Czech song starts: Kdo nesk\u00e1\u010de nen\u00ed \u010cech, hop hop hop. (Whoever doesn\u2019t jump, isn\u2019t Czech, hop hop hop) the arena becomes a stamping herd of questionable hair style choices and white jerseys.<\/p>\n

And in that moment, I promise that the following morning I will eat a cheeseburger and read Ernest Hemingway while listening to Miles Davis and watching Patton.<\/p>\n

But for the moment, I hop hop hop.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

So, it all starts when I get to the arena for the Czech-Slovak hockey game. My companion, B, hands me a face painting kit and a girl wearing a \u2018skirt\u2019 hands me tiny stickers of the Czech flag. B sticks them on my cheeks before I have time to come up with a dermatological excuse. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[8],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-717","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-blog"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p1EvEu-bz","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/damiengaleone.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/717","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/damiengaleone.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/damiengaleone.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/damiengaleone.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/damiengaleone.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=717"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/damiengaleone.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/717\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1053,"href":"https:\/\/damiengaleone.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/717\/revisions\/1053"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/damiengaleone.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=717"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/damiengaleone.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=717"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/damiengaleone.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=717"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}