As some of you know, the Danes and Swedes dislike eachother. Perhaps this has something to do with the Stockholm Bloodbath, which the internets tell me happened a long long long freakin’ time ago.

Imagine my surprise when I saw this:

And it was attached to this thing:

Is that some kind of center for the understanding of country whose language Swedish is very similar to, and which is closer to Sweden than New Jersey is to New York? I want a center for the understanding of New Jersey, because those people are a bigger mystery to me than the Swedes.

The thing about the rivalry between the Danes and Swedes is that it is carried out in the most hilarious way possible. The Danes and Swedes were to be playing one another in soccer the last time I visited Denmark’s great neighbor the North. Running on Swedish television at the time was an ad for the game. I did not have the presence of mind to photograph it, so the ones of people who visit this site are going to have to just read my description.

We come upon the Danish national soccer team at their “practice.” I use practice in the loosest way possible because there was a cloud of smoke over the field. One of the players looked like he was more cut out for sumo wrestling than being a soccer player. Suddenly, half the players are gone, because they are relieving themselves against some hedge of some kind. Then, one of the guys kicks the ball into the goal, but the goalie is gone. Why? Of course, he is off drinking a beer. And scene.

Go Denmark!