It’s that time of year again boys. It’s time for Calcio Storico in Piazza Santa Croce in Florence. Every June, the naked raw aggression and testosterone in the air makes me super horny.
I live a block away and lurk at my window watching all the straight shirtless Italian twins line up, waiting to get in to watch the match. It’s a violent, bloody sport that’s marking it’s 495 year this year since the first.
You have beefy muscled up daddies - trainers, bartenders, waiters, regular joes, non professionals - fighting each other for the honor of bringing victory back to their neighborhood. Santa Croce, Santa Maria Novella, San Lorenzo and Santo Spirito. My hood got crushed, literally, yesterday the Azzuri, Santo Spirito by the Rossi Santa Maria Novrlla. Today Santo Spirito and San Lorenzo face off.