¡Alabío, Alabao, Alabimbomba!
¡MEXICO! ¡MEXICO!
¡RA RA RA!
Welcome to the Copa Mundial edition of Fashion Fridays!
I have been knee-deep in chambalessness and Dodgertown that I've neglected my legacy that is this blog. Perdóname. After enough threats of physical harm from both LA Doctora and LA Abogada, I thought I'd pick up where I left off, lest I get shived. I'm still looking for work, but only between ballgames. But enough about those babosadas, let's get to the good stuff: RAFA MARQUEZ.
This morning, I got up at 6am and made chilaquiles y frijoles refritos y café con leche, mami and settled down at 7am to watch the first game of the 2010 World Cup: South Africa vs. The Greatest Country In The World.
LA Naca is not what you would call a morning person, which is why, in a half-conscious stupor, I started clapping when the first goal was made only to realize about 90 seconds later that it was South Africa that scored, not Mexico. ¡Qué diablos!
Ashamed of my confusion, I downed my coffee and started paying real attention, after all, everyone knows the hottest athletes in the world are soccer players (Ethier, of course, is an exception), especially that chulo Rafa Márquez. What's more, he's not just un taco de ojo, he's also talented. During the second half, he scored the only goal for my team.
The final score wound up being 1-1, but it was still an exciting game, especially around 7:45, when my coffee finally kicked in.
As you can see, the World Cup is a star-studded event. Even superstars such as Chente, Paquita and El Buki showed their support for their national team by sending their impersonators to be on Despierta América immediately following the game.
For the record, Tranny la del Barrio is my favorite.
After that, I was watching El Gordo y La Flaca, while waiting for the France vs. Uruguay game to start. As expected, there were nacos fanaticos all up in Johannesburg. Pobre de los sudafricanos.
The most nacos of nacos, of course, were the ones El Gordo (who isn't gordo anymore thanks to that surgery for lazy gabachos where they put a liga around your panza) chose to interview, as they are the biggest hams in front of a video crew.
The reigning title of Los Nacos Más Nacos en Johannesburgo goes to...
Banda El Recodo.
However, seeing as how this is a fashion entry, let me display for you the two greatest headpieces worn by traveling nacos.
Sombrerote tamaño caguama.
Un Chichimeco jodido y perdido.
If these nacos had any kind of class, they'd snatch up the official away jersey that looks like this:
In the case of yours truly, well, I have an extensive collection of fútbol soccerwear dating back to 1986, but my favorite shirt is one that I purchased at the Adidas store in Santa Monica during the 2006 SS Germany World Cup.
Much like myself, it's badass.
Please note the grease stain from my chilaquiles under the I. Qué sin verguenza.
¡Arriba México, cabrones!
Hasta mañana.
