Deportes, Mexico

De Oro, Plata y Bronce

¡Vamos, Henry!

I was in Mexico during the 2004 Athens Olympics. It was strange. Rather than have several athletes considered favored in marquee sports, Mexico only had a few. I was so used to seeing the US on top of the podium and in the medal standings. But Mexico, not so much.

In 2004, the hype was all about Ana Guevara, a sprinter favored to win the 400 meter dash. While out dancing one Friday night, everyone in the club stopped to watch one of the preliminary heats. Everyone cheered loudly and ordered celebratory shots when Ana won that heat. On the day of the final in 400 meter, my cousin woke me up cheers of “¡Vamos, Ana!” Almost all Olympics commercials featured Ana. It was pretty exciting. But Ana didn’t win gold, she won the silver. Belem Guerrero, from Ciudad Neza south of Mexico City, surprised everyone with a silver in cycling’s point’s race. Finally, the last two silver and bronze medals were won by siblings Oscar Salazar and Iridia Salazar in taekwondo.

I wondered if Mexicans watched athletes like Oscar de la Hoya (aka the Golden Boy) and if they claimed them. I wonder if Mexicans will claim Henry Cejudo, the son of undocumented immigrants from Mexico City. He was born in LA and moved around with his mother and siblings.

Henry just won the gold medal in the 121-pound freestyle wrestling event. He reminds me a little of Oscar de la Hoya, especially posing with the US flag draped around his shoulders.

Will he be the new Golden Boy?

Photo credit: Elizabeth Dalziel/AP

Cultura, Familia

Social Capital

You see all this family and community energy, time, money, resources mobilized around the young girl for this party. It should not be about just one night, but about the girl and what happens afterward in her life.
— Bisli in Once Upon a Quinceañera: Coming of Age in the USA by Julia Alvarez

When I think about my quinceañera now, I don’t think too much about the party or the Mass. Sure those things were nice, but without seeing the video or flipping through a photo album, I forget a lot of the details and how I felt. Naturally, the more vivid memories come from all the time preparing for the big day with the help of lots of family and friends (a do-it-yourself quinceañera, if you will).

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August Project, Part 1

Let’s see how long I can continue the photo a day project.

August 1: Alfred and I had finally had the chance to resume our Friday evening outings. This time around we caught the end of Manny Ramirez’s debut with the Dodgers at a local Mexican/Salvadorean restaurant, Gloria’s. Afterwards, we caught up at the recently opened Father’s Office location near my apartment. They have tons of beers on tap. It was tough to choose, so I let Alfred pick an Alaskan White Ale for me.
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