Blog a la Pibil

"Blog a la Pibil" was born in Mexico, and was originally based on the adventures of Josue and Lupita, who were traveling in Mexico for two months. This blog is now a continuation of the life of Lupita, who has been restored to her life as a mere mortal in Los Angeles.

Friday, June 03, 2005


Ay, ay-ay-ay - Boca, no llores!

Last night, we went to the soccer game between Chivas and Boca Junior. We went with one of Josh�s classmates at CEPE, Miguel, and his girlfriend, Ana. Ana is a tapatio, meaning that she�s from Guadalajara. On the way to the game, she explained that Chivas is one of three teams from Guadalajara, and is the most beloved and well-known in Mexico because only Mexicans can be on the team. (At least, that�s what I think she said - she was speaking Spanish at the time.) As you might imagine, the nationalism inspired by the Mexican-only rule is fierce, and the crowd was ebullient, almost violent, in its support for Chivas. Boca Junior is from Argentina, and Mexicans think that the Argentineans are muy arrogantes. Also, at least until last night, Chivas had never beaten Boca Junior.

When we arrived at the stadium, the sun was just going down, and the streets around the stadium were lined with food stalls selling tacos, cerveza, popcorn, peanuts, candy, chicharrones, and tortas ahogares - a sandwich on a french roll that is drowned in a spicy red sauce. Que rico!

The stadium is huge - I hadn�t been in one that big since I saw the Grateful Dead play in D.C. in college. By the time the game started, every seat was full. There must have been more than 50,000 Chivas fans screaming, clapping, cheering and stomping, most of them dressed in red and white-striped jerseys.

The game turned out to be a roust - Chivas beat Boca Junior four to zero. Every time Chivas scored a goal, the stadium erupted into an orgy of celebration. Confetti burst out of some mysterious canisters around the stadium, the announcer screamed �Goooooooooal,� and everyone sang the song of Chivas. Sometimes, a cannon went off, or maybe it was fireworks, causing the stadium to fill with smoke.
My favorite part of the game was the relentless taunting of Boca Junior by the Chivas fans (�la porra�). Every time Boca�s goalkeeper was about to kick the ball, the entire stadium whistled; the whistle would build; then, when he kicked the ball, everyone screamed, �PUTA!� Puta translates roughly into �faggot� - while I wasn�t happy to be screaming �faggot� at anyone, I must admit that I got into the spirit, and screamed �PUTA!� a fair number of times. This was just the beginning. One song that I understood was �Ay-ay-ay-ay, Boca no llores,� or �Boca don�t cry.� Then, of course, there was the standard �BOCA! Chingan a tu madre!� which needs no translation. The Mexicans sitting around us seemed quite pleased that the gringos were cursing at a soccer game. When in Mexico�..

After we exited the stadium, we made our way through the writhing, chanting crowd to figure out how to get back home. We managed to squeeze onto a bus that was already stuffed to the gills. Everyone on the bus was still pumped from the big win, and the chanting continued as we sat in a massive traffic jam outside the stadium. When the bus started moving, everyone serenaded the bus driver with the Spanish equivalent of �For he�s a jolly good fellow,� and the bus driver, whom I was standing right next to, seemed very pleased. The competitive spirit lingered after we were well away from the stadium; anytime another bus passed us, also packed with Chivas fans, our bus would scream out the window, �Chingas at tu padre!� and the other bus would scream back some obscenity at us. I was very sad that I don�t speak Spanish because there was some serious smack-talking going on last night, and I could only understand a little of it. All in all, una muy buenas noche.


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