So last week, I made a bit of a faux pas in the sports section of the TGISF entry.  While I had every intention of mentioning the Mexico/USA qualifier, I pulled a brain cramp on that one and simply forgot to put it in there.  BallsofSteelandFury, as he is apt to do at times for various reasons, needled the shit out of me over it.  Among other things, he wanted me to agree that if Mexico ended up winning the match, that Sexy Friday’s theme this week must be the Girls of Mexico.

I NEVER AGREED TO THIS ARRANGEMENT BALLS!!!!!!  AND YOU KNOW IT!!!!

But nonetheless, the more I thought about it the more the idea appealed to me.  And I do like the Latinas, truth be told.  The smoldering, the passion.  The firm tummies and tight tushies.  What’s not to like?

Plus, it has recently come to my attention that BallsofSteelandFury, and every other Latino/Latina apparently, will fuck anything.  It’s their gift to the world, or so I’ve been told.  😉

OK, even tho I NEVER AGREED TO THIS ARRANGEMENT BALLS….Mexico won 2-1.  So now, on a completely unrelated note…

This week IS going to be Girls of Mexico.  Strap yourselves in folks, this ride (hehe) might get a bit bumpy.

(also guys…guys…HEY GUYS!!!!!  Trust me when I tell you that Mexican gals age well.  Later in the program, I defy you to tell me which are in their 20s and which are in their 40s without cheating….but you’ll cheat, I know you will, so your opinion means nothing to me)

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Did anything interesting happen to me this week?  Yes.

Am I going to tell you about it publicly?  No, I am not.

Sorry.

But I will tell you about this…

On Tuesday, I spent the better part of my day babysitting my racist and early onset Alzheimer’s Dementia uncle.

Now think about this for a moment.  Even though I’m a registered independent, politically speaking, generally I do lean left on social issues.  And here is THIS man, a man I’ve loved since I was a kid.  My mother’s brother.  A good man with a good heart really, in spite of his shortcomings in certain ways.  But he’s been poisoned by the people he’s come into contact with throughout his life, some of whom were also in my life.  So I get why he is the way he is.  But now that his inhibitions are lessened by the Alzheimer’s, the hate comes out more and more, unbridled at times.  Politically and socially speaking, he and I are polar opposites in most ways.  And I’m trapped with him for the day.  And usually I get along fine with him, yes even love him, as long as the conversation stays within a very narrow spectrum of subject matter.  Usually it does, or at least it has until recently.

This is the same uncle who owns the cabin I mentioned prominently a few weeks ago, in fact.  While we were up there that weekend, he began talking shit about some carpenter who didn’t do good work for him at the cabin.  He bitched and moaned about him screwing up this, and not doing that.  Whined like a bitch about it, for hours on end, over and over truth be told.  Fine, dude fucked shit up.  Fair enough.

Then he said this (I’m paraphrasing…but this is pretty close to dead on balls accurate)…

“And he’s a queer to boot.  I can’t stand no goddamned queers.”

Well, what some of you don’t know about me is that I raised my stepson, my ex’s son, from pretty much the time he could walk.  I knew he was gay before anyone else did, before even he himself actually realized it.  Dunno how I knew exactly.  Lotsa things really.  And I took proactive steps BEFORE he even realized it himself, so that he’d know I’d never feel different about him or anyone else for that.  When he reached the point in adolescence where he came to the realization himself, guess who this boy came out to?  Not his mother.  Not his father.  He came out to me.  Which was a good choice as it turns out.

His father disowned him eventually.  His mother never could fully accept it either, but she tried.  For a hateful insane bitch, she did the best she could.  I’ll give her that small bit of credit at least.

But it was me there, supporting this kid day in and day out.  This kid I loved, and still love.  When he wanted to go to cheerleader camp and then wanted to become the first male cheerleader at his High School, I was there standing behind him, daring anyone to say shit to my boy.  When he decided he wanted to go into modern dance and wanted to be the first male member of the school’s dance troupe, I had his back.  Me.  I was there, cheering as my sweet boy was dancing around that stage and killing it, quite frankly.  I was the one he could count on.  When the goddamned Mesa Police Dept (those fuckers again) called one Saturday night because they’d pulled up on a parked car, driven by a 21 yr old male and my then 16 yr old stepson was in the car doing god knows what (I didn’t ask), I’m the one that took the call.  I’m the one that went and picked him up.  I’m the one who counseled him, without shaming him mind you, on the dangers of such things.

/Fast forward about 10 years, skip over some painful stuff

My stepson and I are currently estranged.  Not because of his sexuality.  But rather because when it came time for me to seize my life back from his insane mother, he was forced to take sides against me by her and her family.  It’s OK.  I get it.  Loyalty.  Can’t say I wouldn’t do the same thing in his position.  Family.  We’ve communicated only very briefly since then I’m sad to say.  But there might be hope to reconnect in the future.  I hope.

But I won’t lie.  I love this kid (he’s actually now 26) like he is my own.  I’d kill or die for him.  No shit.  Him not being in my life anymore is a big regret I have.  A sore spot, as it were.

So when my uncle said the shit he did about “queers”, it really got under my skin.  I was sitting on the couch next to my mother at the time, in that godforsaken cabin.  And when that shit exited his talkhole, I reflexively balled up a fist like someone had punched me in the head.  Mom saw it, she knew.  She knew why.  But I held my tongue, got up and left the room and went outside and looked at the moon for a little while to cool off.  When I knew I wouldn’t say some vile shit back to him and cause a divide between my mother and her brother, I came back inside.

I found out only later that in the meantime, while I was outside, Mom tore his ass a new one over it.  I love my mom.  She’s one tough bitch.

So anyway, here I sit on this past Tuesday, with this man who said that shit, and a lot of other shit over the years which I swallowed to keep the peace.  I’m babysitting this man because he can’t be trusted to be alone anymore (my aunt had some stuff to do on this day).  And what does this fucktard redneck with whom I share genetic material unload with?

“Well, I guess you and all the Ni–ers are sad Trump won, huh?”

Are you fucking shitting me right now???  Here I am, babysitting you and your rotting fucking brain and you’re gonna uncork that?  In my fucking house?

In his defense (not that there is one) he doesn’t even realize half the shit he says anymore.  Lack of inhibitions is a bitch…I get that better than anyone sometimes.  And he did intend it to be humourous.  Redneck humour at its finest, right?  But still, I can’t just let that slide.  You’re in my house now, fuckwit.  Show some goddamned respect or get the fuck out.

So what did I say?  What was tWBS’ response to this?

“Well, yes, I suppose we are since we’d like to improve things.  But since you and all the rest of the bigoted small-minded racist white supremacists were too stupid to see the truth, it really doesn’t matter now, does it?  When your retirement accounts fall to next to nothing because that pinhead doesn’t give a shit about you or anyone but himself, and you’re wasting away in a state run Alzheimer’s unit, assuming they still exist at that point and he hasn’t had them shut down; you’ll have only your own unwarranted fear of people of different colors from you, to blame.  Hey, but at least you won’t have to worry about that Mexican kid mowing your lawn anymore for half what you should be paying him.  He’ll be back south of the border soon enough if that dick you elected has his way.  I hope you enjoy pushing the mower around yourself you cheap lazy fat fuck.”

FWIW, he won’t remember it tomorrow.  Otherwise I’d like to think I would have once again swallowed my tongue.  I’d LIKE to think that at least….

And FWIW……Mom laughed.  Like I said, my mom is the best.

OK, enough of that shit.

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What’s Going on in Sports?

Still no baseball, more or less. *sigh*  But if I still lived in AZ, this would be some prime time for me and baseball.  I really hate that I keep thinking of things I miss about that place.  Anyway, Mesa and Surprise (those are cities in Arizona, btw) face off Saturday afternoon for the Arizona Fall League Championship.  MLBNetwork, 3pm EST.

The Saints and Panthers held up their end of the bargain on Thursday this week at least.  This is sarcasm for those of you among the uninitiated.

TNF was its usual horrid self, but then again what about the NFL isn’t these days?  The Panthers reverted to form of ’15 for most of the game, then went pussy.  Which of course never works out.  But it did on this night, just barely. 23-20 is your final, the Cats survive the Aints.  Sadly, Luke and others are gonna be hurting tomorrow.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C1FK_4mUOKQ

I’m less pissed about hockey than I was last week.  Don’t get me wrong, the Caps aren’t doing any better….well aside from beating the Pens like a rented mule on Wednesday night.  And the Rangers and Canadiens are showing signs of pulling away from everyone in the Eastern Conference.  But still.  Just make the playoffs Caps, then the 2nd season can take care of itself.  In the West (yes I really will talk about the west this week) Chicago is trying to open up some room between themselves and everyone else in the Central.  In the Pacific, it’s just a grouping of average teams at the top, some of whom will sadly make the playoffs in six months.

Light NHL slate tonight, but here it is….

• DET @ WAS – 7:00pm
• PIT @ NYI – 7:00pm
• NYR @ COL – 7:00pm
• MON @ CAR – 7:30pm
• CHI @ CAL – 9:00pm

In the early going of the abortion which is the NBA, it’s the usual suspects in the West it would appear.  But look at the East, would ya?  Hello Atlanta.  Dwight Howard, you sneaky devil.  Here’s a link to tonight’s NBA action.

College Basketball is a week old, and I’m already getting sick of it in spite of my alma mater still being undefeated (barely).  Tonight’s schedule.

And Golf…Holy moly!!!  I completely zoned out as far as keeping up with golf last weekend due to extenuating circumstances.  If not for my good friend WCS giving me a heads up, I’d never have known.  Seamus Power, the Irish lad with the awesome name, got all froggy and junk last weekend.  WCS msg’s me to let me know that after the players were in the clubhouse on Saturday, Seamus had posted 68-66-64 thru the first three rounds, was actually tied for 4th and had a realistic shot.  But then Sunday came.  Poor Seamus choked (don’t say it).  A 5 over 76 final round took him out of contention pronto.  He finished tied for 28th.  But that’s still his best PGA Tour finish, so there’s that.  Plus, he earned $45,550 for his efforts.  That’s more than I made last week, so I won’t feel too sorry for him.  But you go Seamus!!!!!

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OK, let’s forget about sports and look at girls!!!!!

Girls of Mexican Persuasion

Ok, we gotz some variety this week.  You won’t be disappointed, trust me.  But to start things off, it might be my racist American white boy self, I admit it….but the first has to be Salma Hayek as Santanico Pandemonium from the feature film From Dusk ‘Til Dawn….

(true story….I was once more or less dumped at the altar by an anglo version of Salma.  Blue eyes, blonde hair….but otherwise they could be twins)

But wait,  wait.  From Dusk ‘Til Dawn recently got a TV reboot.  I’m aware you are not aware.  But yes it is one of my guilty pleasures.  It features, among others, Wilmer Valderrama and Jake Busey.  No shit, I’m not joking.  It airs on El Rey network.  It is a great show, fuck you if you disagree.  But my point is, there’s a new Santanico in town.  Her name is Eiza Gonzalez….and you shall worship the ground she walks on.

So, choose your preferred Santanico.  They both have their merits, quite frankly.  The phrase “meat in that sandwich” comes to mind.

More on both Salma and Eiza to come.  Giggity.

But for now, for comparison’s sake……

OK, so who else we got?

How about actress and dancer, Adriana Fonseca?

Or actress, Annete Michel?

Actress/Model Ivonne Montero is no slouch.  She obviously has been doing HER crunches…

As has Blanca Soto….

Maryn Villanueva has some nice assets….

More lingeried Mexigals?  You betcha.  This is singer/actress Ninel Conde….she seems nice.

Patricia Manterola has a tummy to bite…I ummmm errrrrr….nice tummy.

Paulina Rubio is well…..just look….

We certainly cannot and will not leave actress/singer/model Aleida Nunez out…no, no, no….

Lorena Herrera?  Yes, please….

Claudia Salinas?  But of course….

Shall we add Marlene Favela to the mix.  Yes, yes I think we shall…

Artsy fartsy black and white Camila Sodi? Yes have some….

Gaby Ramirez has nice legs, though her fashion sense could use some work maybe….

Speaking of nice assets, Fabiola Campomanes….

And last but not least, before we get back to the battle of the Santanicos…..

Laura Elizondo….We like Laura, btw.  She almost won Miss Universe about a decade ago.

OK, you’ve seen my indecision earlier regarding the Santanico Pandemonium dilemma.  I like Salma, I like Eiza.  I like ’em a lot.  Both of ’em.  So battle of the bands style, I’m gonna count ’em both down, as it were.

Salma…..

Eiza…..

Salma…..

Eiza…..

Salma?????

Eiza?????

Salma!!!!!

Eiza!!!!!

Shit I can’t decide.  And why should I anyway?  It’s not as if either wants to be seen with me on their arm. Neither would be caught dead with the likes of my cracker ass.  Oh well….both are still nice to look at.

And worry not, ladies.  I haven’t forgotten about you (do I ever?).  There’s plenty of eye candy south of the border for you as well.  For instance…

Out of Guadalajara, there’s Actor/model/singer Erik Elias…

Also an Actor/singer/model, Puerto Vallarta produced this very sexy and smoldering hunk, Aaron Diaz (but you better hurry ladies, it appears someone already has dibs)….

And no lineup of MexiHunks would be complete without this guy.  A gentleman who hails from a city I used to spend way more time in than was healthy for me.  From beautiful and scenic (not) Nogales, I give you David Zepeda…

¡Viva Mexico!

“Beautiful Beloved Mexico”

(when did they put that cool eagle on the Italian flag?)

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Something humourous this week from the tWBS photo files.  Well I think it’s humourous, at least.  I captured this moment at the beach (obviously) a little over a year ago, October of 2015.  It’s called “Fish Story”.  The caption should make it clear….

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Have a good weekend everybody.

Be good to those you love.

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