An Open Letter to Jose Guadalupe Cruz

Sr. Cruz,

First, I must give you congratulations on a great victory this evening. Hanging five on America is impressive, even if America is looking pretty dilapidated.  These three straight wins are surely a credit to your superior coaching abilities. 

Secondly and more importantly, please accept my sincerest apologies.  When I wrote the article about how terrible your Jaguares were, it was simply meant as constructive criticism.  It was merely meant to nudge your men on to higher levels. The ten goals your team scored in your last three matches simply illuminates the potential I was attempting to highlight. 

The Stomach Punch

Every so often as a sports fan you stagger in to the stomach punch game.  It never happens consciously. Feeling all fat and happy with the success of your team, the anxiety wears away. You just start to focus more on the other fans around you, the current location of the beer vendor, or the hilariously profane insults hurled by fellow fans.  The game is heading in a clear direction and you can just feel it. No worries.


Top of the Table Shake Up

This weekend yielded some big results in the Primera Division. While not the Manchester beat downs that the EPL saw this past Sunday, the weekend's fixtures sent a ripple through the standings in the Primera Division.

When are the Jaguares going to start winning?

Why are the Jaguares of Chiapas so terrible? 


Ten minutes in to watching tonight's Chiapas and Toluca match on a DVR tape delay and I am already full of regret.  This is some pure ugliness.


See Exhibit A:  

More than 1/3 in ... Cruz Azul still playing only 1/2

Another Cruz Azul home game, another 2-1 victory.  While this brings Azul to 3-2-1 on the season, with all the wins coming at home (all 2-1 victories), there is a great deal of doubt as to where this season is headed.

La Maquina, or the machine ... as Cruz Azul is readily called, seem to only operate for 45 minutes, while running on fumes for the other half.  

Misguidance, Malinchismo, or Moppy Hair Adoration

Waldo Ponce
While stuck in Mexico City traffic yesterday, and by this I mean something akin to Dante's seventh circle, I started some idol conversation with the taxi driver.  Due to a limited Spanish vocabulary, I stuck to what I knew and asked him about this soccer preferences.  Turns out he was a Chivas fan. I assumed he was originally from Guadalajara, but it turns out he was born and raised here in Mexico City. He explained that he was a fan of Chivas because they were a "real" Mexican club.  In essence, all of the Chivas players were Mexican.     

Non-Corona: His Name is His Name

A two minute performance of ineptitude that guarantees he will forever be called Non-Corona

Non-Corona, non-disaster

Estadio Azul after the final whistle
It's hard to say what happened for the first twenty minutes of this match.  The weather decided to test the resolve of the Cruz Azul fans on Saturday night.  If you were willing to sit through the most ridiculously vicious rain, you were able to see these first twenty minutes.  Partially out of stupidity and partially out of laziness, I endured and remained behind with the truly faithful.  Despite this, I really can't tell you much about what actually occurred during this time.  My eyes were either flooded with water or tears ... probably a mix of both. 

Not so "ito"

This site would be inherently flawed without this article. Mexico is thoroughly a soccer country. Baseball has a slight presence and there is minor support for basketball. (Eduardo Najera was hawking Wonderbread at my local grocery store a few weeks ago.) But futbol is sport here. And right now futbol in Mexico is Chicharito.   



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