Tonight is the Final Match in the Copa América, and it's Chile - vs Argentina!
We're the defending champions. Last year we beat Argentina, so this year, there's honor on the line - on both sides.
The streets went through a mad rush of unseasonable traffic a little while ago (traffic jams on Sunday night of a long weekend? Did the festival of Peter and Paul agreeably accommodate itself to a night when the whole country wants to sleep in on Monday morning?) as people rushed home to their televisions, but now the streets are so empty you could walk down El Bosque with your eyes closed from Apoquindo to Eliodoro Yanez and not meet so much as a shadow.
It's so silent out there.
You can hear a pin drop -
Until a Chilean grabs the ball and the cheering rises up - and the hooting and shouting and barracking and the choirs of men singing footy songs and the children who've been unwisely given vuvezulas stick them out of windows and set off the neighborhood dogs - and we're only 15 minutes in to the first quarter.
We're settling in for an amazing night.
Update: Chi-Chi-Chi! Le-Le-Le! (We won.)