ome Some shops are so small there is people slippage onto the street, I keep walking. I feel the sweat running down my back and into my underpants and at one point I think I feel it running down my leg and onto my feet but it's just the lady next to me spilling her orange pop on my feet as we bump shoulders, now I am sweaty and sticky. I arrive at my friends house and she offered me some food, I explain the beauty of the baseball sausage served with bravo sauce and eaten with a tooth pick, but she insists, I eat anyway. We pick up 2 more friends and we head to the game discussing sausage and hot dogs. We arrived early, just as planned, at the food court I opt for a medium size serving of sausage so that I can have a hot dog too, my friends have tacos...they looked good too but I do have a limit to my ball game food consumption. The sausage did not disappoint, I cannot explain the pleasure. The hot dog** was out of this world, only an absolute genius could do this with a wiener. I've been a Venados fan since my first game in 2000 and even though they are in last place these days, as long as they keep serving sausage and hot dogs I will be a loyal fan. I been to a game that they haven't won, and so we are of course expecting a win today. In the 7th inning we are ahead 6-1, middle of the 7th the Venados have a meeting to discuss where they are going to go for beer in celebration of their first win in a long time and then in the 9th inning something very bad happened......I dropped my hotdog...of course not, I snarfed that down before the first pitch was thrown...was still licking my fingers though. Things went very very sideways very quickly. My heart went out to the Venados, I imagined booing and mean name calling coming from the peanut gallery every time I made a mistake at work. I felt so sad for our boys in red. The saying "victory was snatched out of the jaws of defeat"*** was played out perfectly, we lost 6-9. On the way home we discussed how this could all have been avoided had the Venados included us in the meeting they had in the middle of the 7th, we were sitting right behind them, they must have heard us coaching, we had it all figured out. It's 10:30 by the time I get back on the boat to go home, I am amazed at how warm it still is, this is new too. I am informed on the boat that there is a quiceanos and a wedding party on the Island if I wish to party on, I stay up past my bedtime for the Venados only. On my walk home I meet my Mexican sister and we discuss why we are both out this late, my pedicure appointment on Monday and how her brother will be by my house in the morning to start on my BBQ. I get home and find out I have no water, that is not new. In the morning my neighbour brings me a chunk of fresh tuna, he just came off a tuna boat. I still have no water and neither does anyone else.
* Al bien fin - http://mazmessenger.com/2012/11/17/news/national/mexican-retailers-lure-shoppers-with-steep-discounts/
|Baseball sausage, called that because I have only ever seen them at the stadium|