Futbol y "Tex-Mex"

Read this brief article if you didn't watch the game: "Copa-Dunga blames missed chances for Brazil defeat"

"Mexican Nery Castillo celebrates after scoring against Brazil during their Copa America Venezuela 2007 group B match in Puerto Ortaz. Mexico masterminded a stunning 2-0 win over defending champ Brazil in the opener for both teams at the 2007 Copa America championship."

Last night I was invited by my friend, Amber, to attend the pre-Grand Opening of "Whistlin Dixie Texas Tavern" in Manhattan. The bar/restaurant opens next week and the owners wanted to figure out a game plan of how they would direct their waitstaff and bartenders while patrons were there. So, they opened up for friends, family, etc. and everything was on-the-house. Rad, right? Yes and no. Don't get me wrong, I am super grateful that Amber invited me and that everything was free, but the food/drinks were not what I expected. The margaritas were so sour that I would have rather sucked on a lemon - which I actually really like doing. The food was "tex-mex," but mostly just really dry chicken. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't tex-mex. I went with The Jeremy and he pointed out that we were probably the best judges of the place: a Mexican and a Texan.

After eating like beasts, we started watching the t.v. Low and behold, they put on the Copa America match between Brazil and Mexico. I noticed before the game started that a group of Hispanic people had sat down nearby and one of the women was wearing a Rubinho (Brazilian team member) jersey. A-ha. My nemeses. Sike. Although I am Mexican, I am a huge Brazilian soccer fan. I was originally rooting for Brazil. They usually play really well and are a pleasure to watch. I like Mexico. I am part Mexican, but it's rare that I root for Mexican soccer.

However, as the game got underway, it became evident that the Mexicans were there to prove something. Also, it was Dunga's (Brazilian coach) first time coaching the team solo, and well, the Brazilians were just passing a lot - which isn't uncommon, but many balls kept being intercepted by Los Mexicanos.

In the first 4/5 minutes, the photo above took place. Mexico scored off of a free-kick! I seriously hopped about in my chair, clapped and was like "HOLY SHIT! YES!" This was not welcomed at all by the Brazilians at the neighboring table - which I noticed. Now, normally I would be more polite and clap or celebrate without rubbing it in someone's face. However, the fact that they glared over at me made me despise these fans. I knew they felt upset, mostly, because Brazil is a soccer giant and Mexico (who is high-ranked, but not as "great" as Brazil) actually scored on them and scored first. I hate pretentious bastards. So, they made me annoyed.

Now, when someone annoys me, Internet Audience, I make a mental catalogue and become spiteful. Yes, Internet Audience, I am childish, but at least I know that. So, when these BraziliaNazis stared at me in anger for my mere clapping and hurrah-ing, I decided at that point:
1. that I now hated them
2. that I was now rooting for Mexico, and
3. that I was now rooting for them loudly.

So, imagine my glee when not 4 minutes later Mexico scored again! I seriously clapped, looked over at their table and did the fake "bang-bang" gunshots at them!!! MUAHAHAHAHA, I'm such a jerk. I love it!

When I mentioned to Jeremy that the Brazilianazis were giving me bad looks he said something to the effect of "Maybe it's 'cause you full-on shot fake bullets at them!" Serves them right! No one puts baby in the corner. I mean, fuck, you know what I mean, right?

Anyway, Jeremy and I left shortly thereafter to go watch "Live Free or Die Hard" (which was fucking amazing). We made a hasty exit because - what with the hostility between me and the Brazilianazis - I don't think Jeremy was willing to put up a fight against the Brazilianazis in order to protect a "dirty Mexican." I mean, he is a Texan afterall...