Your 2013 Diablos Rojos del México. Source.

Your 2013 Diablos Rojos del México. Source.

Diablos Rojos del México, doing some spring training. Source

Diablos Rojos del México, doing some spring training. Source

I had a couple of hours to kill in Chetumal, Quintana Roo yesterday, so I had a walk to find the baseball stadium, Estadio Nachan Ka’an. The city had a team (Mayas de Chetumal) in Mexican League Baseball for 1998 only. They were 51-67, .432.

The outfield wall was low enough that I could get on my tip toes and peek over and take some photos of the field. You can see the photos a bit bigger on my Flickr page.

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Liga Mexicana update

It’s the Serie del Rey (the Mexican equivalent of the World Series). Rojos del Aguila de Veracruz, the Zona Sur champions, have home field advantage. Zone Norte champions, the Rieleros de Aguascalientes, won the first two games in Veracruz.

In game one on Tuesday, they won 6-1. On Wednesday, they won 4-3. It’s an off day today; the series continues in Aguascalientes mañana.

It bears mentioning again that the Rieleros are a “new” team this season. While there has previously been a team called the Rieleros in Aguascalientes (1975-99, 2004-07), this team was assembled brand spanking new for this season.

There’s an infographic in there somewhere…

I love that the Liga Mexicana championship series trophies represent a Mesoamerican ballgame goal.

I love that the Liga Mexicana championship series trophies represent a Mesoamerican ballgame goal.

Sometimes, better things than baseball happen at a baseball game.
I had a pretty boozy night last night, and didn’t get to bed until around 5.30 a.m. Today, the Diablos Rojos had a doubleheader beginning at noon. If you do the maths, the answer is “never in a million years am I going to arrive on time.”
And that was the case. I woke up, had coffee and some bread, put on last night’s clothes (mmmm, delightful) and traipsed to the subway. 
I arrived at Foro Sol around 1.30 p.m., top of the 5th. Last regular season game, and it was pretty busy. I went to the section I usually sit in, and saw the beer vendor who I see every game. He was, like, “where the fuck were you?” He said it with a smile, shook my hand, put his arm around my shoulder and pointed to the ass of an attractive woman walking by. 
I told him I had a hangover, I got a Coke from him, and took a seat. 
A while later, he was bringing drinks to a family near me, and I asked him for another Coke. He came over, quizzical concerned look on his face, and ask why I didn’t want beer, did I feel bad? I told him I felt like shit. 
He gestured and said “one minute” and hurried off to talk to a guy sitting a couple of sections over. 
He came back holding this Canada Dry ginger ale bottle. It had about an inch of liquid in the bottom. “Drink it.”
It was tequila. And, damn it, if I didn’t feel better straight away. Maybe it was the tequila, maybe it was the fact that someone who is paid to work at the baseball stadium took the effort to do something so friendly and thoughtful.
I thanked him, and ordered a beer. He told me I didn’t need to thank him, “you’re my brother” and slapped me on the shoulder.

Sometimes, better things than baseball happen at a baseball game.

I had a pretty boozy night last night, and didn’t get to bed until around 5.30 a.m. Today, the Diablos Rojos had a doubleheader beginning at noon. If you do the maths, the answer is “never in a million years am I going to arrive on time.”

And that was the case. I woke up, had coffee and some bread, put on last night’s clothes (mmmm, delightful) and traipsed to the subway. 

I arrived at Foro Sol around 1.30 p.m., top of the 5th. Last regular season game, and it was pretty busy. I went to the section I usually sit in, and saw the beer vendor who I see every game. He was, like, “where the fuck were you?” He said it with a smile, shook my hand, put his arm around my shoulder and pointed to the ass of an attractive woman walking by. 

I told him I had a hangover, I got a Coke from him, and took a seat. 

A while later, he was bringing drinks to a family near me, and I asked him for another Coke. He came over, quizzical concerned look on his face, and ask why I didn’t want beer, did I feel bad? I told him I felt like shit. 

He gestured and said “one minute” and hurried off to talk to a guy sitting a couple of sections over. 

He came back holding this Canada Dry ginger ale bottle. It had about an inch of liquid in the bottom. “Drink it.”

It was tequila. And, damn it, if I didn’t feel better straight away. Maybe it was the tequila, maybe it was the fact that someone who is paid to work at the baseball stadium took the effort to do something so friendly and thoughtful.

I thanked him, and ordered a beer. He told me I didn’t need to thank him, “you’re my brother” and slapped me on the shoulder.

I saw something at a baseball game that you have never seen at a baseball game (unless you were also at this afternoon’s rained out Diablos Rojos game). 
The Diablos Rojos’ batboy, who is a little person, taped to one of those things UPS/FedEx people use, and wheeled across the tarp to the top of the mound, and left there for more or less five minutes, before one of the players came out to take him back.
(Quick update note: I feel I should say that while there is humour in the concept of the prank they pulled, I’m not overly comfortable with the players picking on the little person. Do it to one of the better players on the team, then it’s really funny.)

I saw something at a baseball game that you have never seen at a baseball game (unless you were also at this afternoon’s rained out Diablos Rojos game). 

The Diablos Rojos’ batboy, who is a little person, taped to one of those things UPS/FedEx people use, and wheeled across the tarp to the top of the mound, and left there for more or less five minutes, before one of the players came out to take him back.

(Quick update note: I feel I should say that while there is humour in the concept of the prank they pulled, I’m not overly comfortable with the players picking on the little person. Do it to one of the better players on the team, then it’s really funny.)

I’m often posting stuff about Mexican League baseball, so figured that some of you may be interested to see what it’s like. Here’s a brief clip of Diablos second baseman Carlos Valencia reaching on an error by the Broncos shortstop. 

I sat in the leftfield concrete very-hard-on-the-ass bleachers at today’s Diablos Rojos del México - Broncos de Reynosa game at Foro Sol. Outfield bleachers ticket price: 10 pesos. That’s about 74 of your United States of America cents. It was baking hot, and the few clouds that passed overhead were a great relief. And very beautiful on occasion. 

I sat in the leftfield concrete very-hard-on-the-ass bleachers at today’s Diablos Rojos del México - Broncos de Reynosa game at Foro Sol. Outfield bleachers ticket price: 10 pesos. That’s about 74 of your United States of America cents. It was baking hot, and the few clouds that passed overhead were a great relief. And very beautiful on occasion. 

Drawing of Foro Sol, done last night during the Olmecas-Diablos Rojos game.

Drawing of Foro Sol, done last night during the Olmecas-Diablos Rojos game.

Diablos first baseman Japhet Amador just moments away from grounding out to the short stop.
More photos of my trip to the ballpark in Oaxaca here: http://flipflopflyin.com/flipflopflyball/writing120603.html

Diablos first baseman Japhet Amador just moments away from grounding out to the short stop.

More photos of my trip to the ballpark in Oaxaca here: http://flipflopflyin.com/flipflopflyball/writing120603.html

Diablos Rojos center fielder Leo Heras about to slap one into left field.
More photos of my trip to the ballpark in Oaxaca here: http://flipflopflyin.com/flipflopflyball/writing120603.html

Diablos Rojos center fielder Leo Heras about to slap one into left field.

More photos of my trip to the ballpark in Oaxaca here: http://flipflopflyin.com/flipflopflyball/writing120603.html

What the stained glass looks like from inside (photo taken in the men’s baños).
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What the stained glass looks like from inside (photo taken in the men’s baños).

More photos of my trip to the ballpark in Oaxaca here: http://flipflopflyin.com/flipflopflyball/writing120603.html

Stained glass at the Oaxaca ballpark.
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Stained glass at the Oaxaca ballpark.

More photos of my trip to the ballpark in Oaxaca here: http://flipflopflyin.com/flipflopflyball/writing120603.html

Estadio Eduardo Vasconcelos, Oaxaca, Oaxaca.
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Estadio Eduardo Vasconcelos, Oaxaca, Oaxaca.

More photos of my trip to the ballpark in Oaxaca here: http://flipflopflyin.com/flipflopflyball/writing120603.html