02-23-2014, 09:02 AM
My sister, who was definitely old enough to know better, did two long tours of volunteerism in Ghana. One, right on the Cote d' Ivoire border with its vicious civil war where rebel groups were hazy on the concept of national boundaries. Her first tour was during the apogee of Ghana's success in the World Cup and she unhesitatingly cheered them beating the U.S.  Came home for Christmas and her favorite gift of all the weird stuff she brought back was a Ghana Black Stars futbol jersey for me. Said they were selling like hotcakes in Ghana. Size XXL. She insisted that I put it on for a photo. As if. Adding to the humiliation of the soccer loss, if the XXL jersey is any indication, we got beaten by a team of eight year-olds. I could wear it like a decorative head dress, but little else. The point of this long story? I think I've got a size XXL Ghana Black Stars jersey in unworn condition around here someplace and maybe you can use it for some voodoo ceremony if your dream revenge scenario ever comes to pass.
And, if it makes you feel better, Ghana showed its appreciation for her support with a long bout of malaria, so there's that.
And, if it makes you feel better, Ghana showed its appreciation for her support with a long bout of malaria, so there's that.