We spent the weekend South of the border for a baseball “experience.” I wouldn’t call it a tournament, as James’s team, the Diablos, played the same team twice. The reason for the trip was to expose the kids to the sport in another country and impress upon them that success in sport comes from hard work and little else. As they lost both games to kids at least a foot shorter than them on average, but who practice daily, I think the point was made. Overall our visit was not the standard tourist trip.
The team families stayed at this “hotel and casino”:
JJ poked his head in the casino and said it looked adequate, but the smoke stench kept me from even opening the door from the hotel lobby. The rest of the place was okay: Rooms were dated but didn’t smell; breakfast was superb; and the pool was clean and had a bar on deck.
Hotel to field was 2 blocks, so the kids rode there in the back of one family’s truck. When in Mexico…
They played ok, but as mentioned, couldn’t quite match the other team. James mostly played shortstop, but got in second base and pitched a little. Osprey parents bringing fish to their young in the background provided some diversion.
After the game, the other team shared Rosca de Reyes with us, as it was (not only my sister’s birthday but) Three Kings Day. As a holiday, it makes a lot more sense to me that kids would get gifts from the wise men who brought gifts for Jesus than from Santa.
That evening, team families were invited to one of our coach’s homes for carne asada tacos, which allowed us to get even further off the beaten path and experience local life. Delaney played Twister with a couple girls there.
A little more baseball and a lot more Mexico tomorrow.