So, I can’t actually remember how many times it’s happened this summer that I’ve mentioned to someone back home that I live 2 doors down from a sports bar…. and they’ve said “That is SO you!! You go to Cambodia and still manage to hang out at a sports bar!”  In fact, I think one of my sons asked me if I’d found the sports bar first and picked my apartment based on that 😝

It’s been a nice place to drop in, hang out and refresh my foosball skills from college.  Chhut, the bartender has helped me with that by beating me about 38 times — and letting me win once!

The only issue I have is that, when you hang out with the international crowd, it turns out that “sports” is a bit of a relative term.  I have seen exactly zero baseball games at the bar — and learned more than one could ever have wanted to know about cricket (The Ashes cricket series of five 5-day test matches between England and Australia just about killed me!), soccer and rugby.  But the people are great, the beer is cold, the food is good — and, hey, sports is sports!!

I’ll be bringing a couple of souvenirs with me to my eventual new home in Mexico!