I went to Kimbap Nara to eat some cheese donkkaseu (forgot they cover it in the sauce, gross!) and the Olympics were on. Specifically, men’s short track speed skating. If Koreans are anything, they are proud and nationalistic, so when the Koreans did well in the first semi-final, everyone in the restaurant was pretty pumped. Besides me, who was quietly cursing that JR Celski disqualified.
Then in the second semi-final, Apolo Ohno barely took first and the Korean got third, meaning he didn’t qualify for the finals. Everyone was fuming. Turns out, Koreans hate Apolo Ohno because he’s half-Japanese he got gold over a Korean in 2002. That’s right. 2002. You never want to piss off the Koreans because they hold mad grudges.
On Saturday, I went to a Kia Tigers vs. LG Twins game with Agatha, Jade, and their co-workers. (Other Korean teams include Samsung Lions and Lotte Giants, so it seems like teams are affiliated first with a company then second with a city. Good example of Korea’s love for capitalism.)
Baseball games are nuts here. We got there a little late, and had to either stand in the far back or find a seat on the crowded stairs somewhere.

LG side.

The stadium is in the city near my neighborhood, but instead of a view of high-rise apartments and ugly buildings like you normally experience in Seoul, we could see mountains on each side. It was pretty.


Sitting on the stairs. Every place in Seoul is a major fire hazard.
