Some super quick drawings done at Foro Sol this morning, at the Diablos Rojos’ open-to-the-public training session.
A bunch of Yaquis de Obregón fans at Tuesday night’s game. The guy holding the green end of the flag refused to let Eric and I buy our own beers.
This is Chacho. In the summer months, he’s the mascot of Liga Mexicana team, Tigres de Quintana Roo. In the winter, he’s the mascot of Liga Pacifico team, Yaquis de Obregón. I love that he plays winter ball.
What they said. Hermosillo was fantastic. Source
Estadio Sonora. The Caribbean Series begins there on Friday. Source
The Caribbean Series begins next Friday in the brand new Estadio Sonora in Hermosillo, Sonora, México. Photo Source
Representing República Dominicana: Leones del Escogido
Representing México: Yaquis de Obregón or Águilas de Mexicali (Yaquis are 2-0 up in their best of seven)
Representing Puerto Rico: Indios de Mayagüez or Criollos de Caguas (Criollos are 3-2 up)
Representing Venezuela: Cardenales de Lara or Navegantes del Magallanes (their series is tied 1-1)
Home plate at the new Estadio Sonora, Hermosillo, Sonora, Mexico, ready for the Caribbean Series, which begins February 2.
A street named Miguel Cabrera in Oaxaca, Oaxaca, México.
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.
Chihuahua, Chihuahua, Mexico.
(If you click the link and zoom out, you’ll see two more fields and a ballpark.)
miércoles, marzo 14, 2012
La angustia que vivieron en el parque Abraham Curbelo, donde el equipo de Saltillo jugaba, cuando se desató una balacera.
Foto: José Luis Dávila Morales