Feeling slightly homesick today. My roommate is from Boston, and last night we went to the only bar in Tel Aviv that was playing the Indians-Red Sox game. I was the only Indians fan in the bar, and at one point a total stranger gave me the finger. That's fine, the Indians won. The problem was that, with the time difference, the game didn't start until 2:00am our time. When the bar closed at four and they kicked us out, we were without a place to watch the end of the game. I had to check the score in the morning, and by then it wasn't as much fun to rub in my roommate's face. Oh, and I had to drink Sam Adams, since it's hard to get Cleveland beers in Tel Aviv.