for the Packers," the elderly woman informed me in fine Wisconsin English,
"because we're from Green Bay."
The crowd was
multinational. Two guys from Switzerland favored the Broncos because one of
them had lived in the States and, he said, "I like John Elway." A
contingent from Sydney favored Green Bay but thought that the "AFL is much
tougher than the NFL." (The AFL? Did these guys think they were about to
watch the Jets against the Colts? The AFL, it turns out, is the Australian
Football League.) The predominant jersey in the place—I spotted three—was that
of the San Francisco 49ers.
The game unfolded
on 30 or more television screens around the circular room. Beer was served. A
lot of beer. The plucky Broncos took their early lead, held strong when the
Packers came back and then scored at the end to win. The elderly woman from
Green Bay said a word that I didn't think she knew. The two guys from
Switzerland exchanged high fives. A cricket match, Australia versus South
Africa, appeared on the 30 or more screens. The contingent from Sydney
I collected my
money and went onto the streets of Melbourne. The time was three o'clock in the
afternoon—Monday afternoon. The weather was warm. I stopped to watch a band
concert on the way back to my hotel. The holiday fun had just begun.
Not Keeping Up
The committee that
decides the field for this week's Pebble Beach National Pro-Am rejected PGA
Tour player Mike Springer's request to team up with New York Mets pitcher Bobby
Jones. Despite having signed a three-year, $13.35 million contract last week
that will keep him in the Big Apple through the 2000 season, the righthander
apparently wasn't high-profile enough to please the committee.
Since when isn't
Bobby Jones a big enough name in amateur golf?