Boule, or pétanque as many people also know it, originate from France. It was brought over to us Swedes from the south when the French were married into our royal family – thus our current royal surname, Bernadotte. But even before this, the ancient Greeks actually played a similar game called sphereistics, where they tossed small coins and flat stones in a simliar fashion. It was also the greeks who first began kicking soccer, by inflating a pig’s urine bladder and awkwardly punting it around while the pork roasted.
See, in those years between a decade ago and forever (before the internet), what was there to do besides throw stones, drink wine luridly and grow beards? A lot of cool stuff, and also depressingly tyrant shit, but my point here is that some things are cyclic in nature and are so rooted in ancient times that today we’ve sort of forgotten the why while the purpose remains the same – common fun.
Boule is one of the few sports that I know of that do not have any dedicated drama films to it. Or is there, somwehere, a film that plays to my heart’s content the analogies of most people are not islands, but balls of fury that all wanna get as close to the smallest of all possible balls and rub against it until happiness occurs? I digress.
Main point: The old Greeks, French kings and snott youngings all agree: Shaolin Soccers is boss. Watch it!
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