Greetings fellow people. After that long night we slept in a bit. And then my grandparents came up with an idea at breakfast. So we went to the centre for an hour and a 1/2 to buy some shirts for the family. Or they went. Me and Casey had been through those streets a few times already this trip so we were practically useless. We were told there was a god leather shop so Casey could look for wallets, that was the whole reason we tagged along, only to find it closed.We rushed back, ate and me, Casey, and my grandfather rushed back to the fair. The boxing match was at the bull righting ring. It was so cool to finally enter there. People were slowly comming in, as it was 5 and the program began at 6. They did start a few lower exibition mathes to keep the early birds entertained.Then the boxing matches began. They were alright. All the maches were eather super light weight or super feather weight. So everone looked like mini muscular drinking staws. They had like 14 fights this night. So one after the other came and went. 4 rounds, 8 rounds, 6 rounds, 8 rounds. After a few hours me and Casey descided that we were thirsty and needed some tequilla. So we left the crowded seating area to try to find these dudes who were selling New Mix, a mix of tequilla and coke conviniently put into a pop can. We couldn't find the green dudes who were selling them. Then we couldn't get back into the gate. When we finally did wewere gated from our section where my grandfather was. So we exsited and went all the way around and had to sweet talk the gate keeper to let us in. And that tequila mix was so good that I was chugging that thing. When we entered back intot the gate another green dude was there so I refilled. I love tequila. And I must say, Casey is becomming a believer. One conversion at a time. Blue Agave....that's where it is all at!
There were only a few noteable fights. The first 3 fights had knock outs. One fight had this real tall, skinny guy fighting this short stout guy. The skinny guy was terrible and slow and was taking a beating. So he kept dropping his mouth piece, or even spitting out I think. He dropped it 6 times. Everyone was booing at him for being a wimp. While we were getting tequila these 2 guys were fighting and one was from Mexico. So people kept cheering "Mexico! Mexico!" but he was taking beating and lost.
Towards the end we had the long, 10 round fight. The guys were not that very good, but they were palying their hearts out. Well, the crowd wasn't liking it very much and kept booing when they came our after a found breat and were shouting "Sacanlos! Sacanlos!" and every other chant to get them out of the ring. This is where the crowds at Mexico show themselves. They are so loud. They are so winny. They complain about everything. This place is the mob. Welcome to the world where the mob rules. Those who come to power promise things to the mob and then abuse their power. Mexico is a mob, and until it begins to move away from that and become more educated and less winny, they will always be levels below the USA neighbor.
When those poor guys finaly finished the match, everyone cheered, not because they were applauding them but becuase they where glad these 2 guys were leaving. The crowd kept calling fot te championship match. And the judges gavethem what they wanted. By this time the fights where being put on tv. So the Mexican ring announcer left and we had this tall, old white guy. But the show was quite a spectical. The Mexican hero, Arce, AKA Travieso, came out with pyrotechnics flowing and fireworks going and he was on a horse, ridding into the ring. It was rediculous. They sang the Aguascalientes Fair of San Marcos song and the whole enchilada. The fight was pretty good too. The other guy was from like puerto rico. The 2 were both 114 lbs and the moved lightning quick, just like the dudes in the kung foo fighting song. Travieso looked like he was owning, and he was a few points ahead of the other dude, but after the 8th round he was taking some serious hits. People were really cheering him on. He ended up winning after 12 rounds by 1 point. People were nuts and we were hungry fo nuts so we left.
It was 11:45 when we got out of the stadium. We had been there for almost 6 hours. But it was quite the experience. Both me and Casey were tired. We tried to call Jasmine cause we were going to hang out but we were tired and she wouldn't answer her phone. So we headed back and crashed.
I hope all of you like all the pictures and vids we are putting up on this post. Share your thoughts! Ever been to a boxing fight? Ever see a boxing dude come out on a horse? Haha, let me know, and we will see you tomorrow for the grand finale of the 180th San Marcos Fair! Bull fighting, baby!
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