the mexican put-down

I thought it would be a great idea to root for whichever soccer team plays Mexico, you know, for giggles. At first it was fun! They would threaten me, raise their arms in disguist, throwing imaginary objects over their heads. Mexicans can be dramatic.

Then I realized that Mexico has an excellent soccer team. And now, thanks to my lack of dart games this summer, I need some competitive outlet, hence my new intrest in the sport of futbol. I get really into these games. A few days ago Mexico played France and I (of course) had to root for France. Well. It was a great game; susupenceful, tons of activity, tons of fouls. But alas, it was a great game for Mexico, not France (Henry was on the bench, an unfortuante setback). Mexico scored the first goal in the last 20 minutes and then secured the win with another goal after a foul in the red zone. Then someone broke through the surface of the earth and dragged me to Hell. But I'm starting to understand the professional rules more, and I'm pulling for team USA. The cup will finish when I am in Italy and I kindof want to visit a bar for an American game if we make the next round. That would be an awesome experience I think. The safest.

I don't know if I will be going for the teams playing Mexico anymore though, because these guys know how to poke fun just as well as they know how to work a mop (with mad skillz). Last night I explained to Juan Luis that the girls inside were angry with me because I wished for Francia to win. He told me with his big, serious, Mexican annoucer smile that he too was very angry with me. Then he went on to explain that there are not enough boys in the boys dorm, only ten! And that I should move over there with them, then there would be eleven! Well, Juan Luis, I am considering your offer, but you have to realize that my short, dark brown hair does not make me a Mexican boy as you may think. It didn't matter to him.

Then later on that night Veronica and I were sitting outside after dinner, bellies full of rice and chile, just talking. About stuff. When all of the sudden she broke out in song 'Suuuuusiiiii ella bailaaa...' It started out real nice, something about me dancing.. When she got to the part about how my dancing breaks the video cameras filming me I realized that this is another creative Mexican joke. I mean really, they usually just call you fat, or dirty.