It is Sunday, and The Jolly Roger, a tiny bar just down the block from where I currently reside in Hamburg, is packed at about 11:30 a.m. It’s hard to tell if there was ever even a lull between Saturday night’s crowds and today’s tired looking, steadfast partygoers.

Rough edged locals, or “Hamburgers” (which, I must admit, never gets old) are downing beers under the silver sky that they long ago tired of cursing. Most of the year, the city’s lazy rain clouds only threaten from above, dropping chilly dustings of rain that dissipate into canals and make their way to the harbor. Besides, the silver sheets that drift through the sky seem to fit this industrial port city, where mossy nature seems to constantly challenge the rights that stone and metal claim over the land. (more…)

Sunday in England means football…of the British variety. We headed to a local pub to catch London’s bitter rivals Chelsea and Arsenal square off in a heated match. While we were at it we got to taste the UK’s most famous culinary export: fish and chips. The entire experience was…delightful. Check out the photos here…

While in Rio, we managed to get tickets to one of the year’s biggest soccer matches here in Brazil, the Taça Guanabara. Two neighboring bitter rivals, Flamengo and Botafogo, played for the title of city champion. The crowd was rowdy, the soccer was great, and the excitement was through the roof. Head to the Maracanã Stadium for today’s photos.

Six thousand miles away, the game is still on, and it still was no fun to watch if you were a Patriots fan. Watch the Super Bowl, from the other half of the world in today’s photo gallery.

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Surveying the dark, oak-clad room with its boisterous crowd and seemingly requisite sticky floor, Rich Lang makes an observation. “It looks like any American university bar,” he says.

As a crowd comprised mostly of twenty-somethings erupts after a play on the flat screen TV mounted behind the bar, it’s hard to dispute Lang’s point. The thing is, Toto, this ain’t Kansas – indeed, far from it.

Six thousand miles - as the crow flys - from the where Tom Brady was being pummeled, Buenos Aires, Argentina is brightly showing shades of red, white and blue. And those colors are growing with more than 20,000 registered American expatriates calling the city home, according to the U.S. Embassy. The “Paris” of Latin America is rapidly becoming a star-spangled colony. (more…)

If Sundays are for football in the U.S., then in Guatemala, Saturday is for futbol. With Quetzaltenango’s team on the road this week, we too hit the road, heading to San Marcos, a city about 1.5 hours back towards Mexico, to catch their team play. Kick the ball around in today’s photo gallery.

What happens when you combine a circus, a soap opera and dirty punches? You get this: Lucha Libre (free fight). Mexico’s rough and tumble, no holds bar form of wrestling ranges from roll on the floor hilarious, to mouth covering cringes between fighters named El Tigre Rojo (The Red Tiger), Mr. Aguila (Mr. Eagle) and Rey Bucanero (The Pirate King). Pick a fighter and see how they fare, with photos from the fight, or wander around some of the 365 churches of Cholula.

What does it sound like? Click to hear to the boom of the anouncer, or here for the cheering crowd.