beisbol

I finally met a baseball fan in Mexico!! Most people here are huge futbol fans, and I can't blame them for that, its jsut sometimes frustrating because I don't know who to cheer for. All the time people ask me, so who is your team? And I have to reply, I have no idea. There is no team in Morelos which probably would have been my default because that is the state I have grown to love. Recently, I have been thinking I should adopt the Chivas. They are are pretty popular team, but I like them because they make it a point to have all Mexican players, which the other big teams do not. But then I think, well I like small market teams because they have to fight for every win and are scrappy, but I just don't knwo who the small market teams are here. I have one friend who is an Atlas fan, but I don't really want to copy him without knowing anything about the team.

well anyway back to baseball, I had a good conversation about Latin American baseball players with a guyu named Marco who works with La Comision. He is a labor lawyer and waiter at La Comuna, and really reminds me of my cousin Mike (Mike, if you are reading this, you have a counterpart in Mexico who has a great smile, like you!). And he actually played fastpitch softball in the fields near the university. to bad I just found out about this a week and a half before we are done. anyway, it was refreshing to talk sports about a sport I know and care about.

today was my official last day of my internship, although I am quite certain that in these last days I will go there to do homework, chat in my free time, or go to events if there are any. I really grew to like my internship and the people a lot. today I had a bit of an adventure with these journalists that I know through my internship who I give English "classes" to. I went with them to Juitepec to a rally held by a union. There was a whole bunch of police there which made me a little nervous because as a US citizen, I am not supposed to particpate politically. and I wasn't doing anything political, just observing, but if they wanted to they could probably construe it any way they wanted. The good thing was that the journalists knew the police and so they would be able to protect me, but the bad thing was that because they knew them, they introduced me and I shook a bunch of police hands, making sure not to open my mouth too wide and let my accent out. then they got news of another story that they should go to, which was something about a confrontation between the federal police and the municipal police with one person dead, and so as we sped down the highway following a police car's wake, I said, umm I think i need to go back to La Comuna. I did not want to meet any more police... especially if they were mad. so they just dropped me on the side of a highway near where I used to live, and I took a ruta back to La Comuna, safe and sound. no deportation for me today! no, I wasn't close at all to that happening, but it was a high speed adventure full of chirping cell phones and police for about an hour.