“I’m Not Ashamed to Be the Person that I Am Today . . .”

This post has nothing to do with the song by Staind.  I’m just listening to the song right now on iTunes.  I have never been ashamed to be who I am – just a quick clarification on that one, folks.

Anyway . . .

Someone did a search for "tequila cup hockey mexico."

. . .

Nifty.

If the Tequila Cup really exists and it is played for in Mexico by some enthusiastic but no doubt still-developing Mexican hockey players, I want to go to the tournament.  Instead of champagne, I gather, they take in copious amounts of tequila upon winning the cup.  Not that I would drink – but I would love to be there for the celebration.

"Ay-yayayayayayayay!  Ajjjjjjuuuuuuuaaaa!  Ganamos, cavrones!"

Sorry.  I love my people, I really do.  I just really want to be around for when people take lots of sips from the Tequila Cup.  I just imagine the Tequila Cup to be shaped like a Jose Cuervo bottle or something.  With a worm engraved on it.  And maguey plants.  If the cup has handles on it, I imagine that they’re fashioned out of silver pistols angled to improvise as handles.  Instead of championship baseball caps, players are crowned with championship sombreros.  I see championship serapes sold at every gas station, I see a parade through villages in which players ride in the back of rickety old trucks like the kind my uncle owns.  I see a night at Jose Luis Arena, where season ticket holders applaud the achievements of their players, singing the National Hymn along with Alejandra Guzman.   I see the overpriced catalog of really nice team merchandise.  I see having dinner at a player’s restaurant where they feature chilito prominently in the menu.

Los San Isidro Alas Rojas.

Okay, I’ve gone too far.

Yes, I am desperate for hockey, and desperately sad that the season is a loss.

Now, for some reason, "A New York Christmas" is playing on iTunes.  Got to take that out of rotation until next Christmas.