…. it can be a LOT of fun!
On March 17, 2011, I woke up here in lovely, downtown Jocotepec, Jalisco, Mexico, and dressed in my green shirt in honor of Ireland’s St. Patrick. A few hours later, I settled in on the couch and turned on the Japanese made TV to watch American college basketball on a Canadian sports network. After the clock finally passed high noon, I broke out the Guatemalan beer. Internationalism can be a wonderful thing.
As noted above, it’s March Madness time in the US, and in the barbabode, as well.
I was never much of a basketball fan until I started college at Indiana University in the early ’80s. It’s hard to live in Bloomington, Indiana, particularly with a son, and not become a college basketball fanatic. And since we all know I have no willpower, I became addicted to IU basketball almost immediately.
Those were the Bobby Knight years, so IU almost continually wound up playing in the NCAA tournament. And I wound up watching as many tournament games as possible. I dutifully filled out my choices on my bracket sheet, chipped in my couple of bucks to enter the office pool, and away we’d go. By the time I was in graduate school, I was taking vacation days so I could sit home all day and night watching the tournament.
And this year I can do it here in Mexico! I’m a happy woman.
I was a bit concerned that I might be missing a lot of games, since I have a basic satellite dish package that originates in Canada, where my landlords live. I knew I’d be able to see the games on CBS, because I get the American network channels out of Seattle. But I’ve always enjoyed non primetime games the most. The ones that not all America wants to see. The ones that in the past were shown on ESPN or ESPN2.
But I don’t get any US sports channels, so I figured that I’d be more at the mercy of the network programmers. But NO! Turns out I get TSN, the Canadian sports channel, and for the first time ever, it’s carrying all the games!
Yesterday morning at 10am Joco time, the games began and oh, what games they were! Squeakers, nailbiters, and upsets. The only thing that could make it better was beer. Beer and college sports just go together. So, although I normally don’t drink beer anymore, I went out to purchase some on Tuesday for consumption during the games.
Mexico has a lot of decent domestic beers: Sol, Pacifico, Modelo, and Corona, for instance. But for whatever reason, the cheapest beer at the local grocery store was an import from Guatemala: Gallo. [No, that’s not Gallo like the wine; that’s gallo like Spanish for rooster.]
So here I sit in Mexico, drinking my Guatemalan beer, and watching US college basketball on a Canadian sports network. And if that’s not a minor collision of cultures, I’ll eat my pizza!