In Venezuela baseball a Magallanes vs. Leones game is akin to the Yankees playing the Red Sox. There was a midweek game scheduled and we found ourselves with a PD day the next day instead of kids so... off we went.
We (being a collection of foolhardy teachers) knew that the game was sold out and trusted that we could find some tickets to buy on the grounds. Our ears perked up when a scalper mentioned VIP tickets. We didn't pay right off the bat but received a wrist band that did indeed say VIP. We were then hustled through a gate where MSR heard the words "foreign press" mentioned. We made it to the seats were shown where to sit and enjoyed! (we still at this point had not paid)
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Ezequiel rooting for his Magallanes |
The seats it turned out were spoken for so we would move a bit to an open spot, then as a ticket holder arrived move again. We had by this time realized that we had no "VIP" seats. After about 1 inning (no score) a large important looking security man came over and called our bluff. He kindly asked for the wristbands and walked us out of the stadium. We might have been the only people ever kicked out of a Venezuelan baseball game to utter the phrase "that was awesome!"
Having not spent any money on the game yet we slunk around the parking lot for a bit more asking for tickets. We found someone who said they could get them and then started talking to some beer vendors. I got very excited by the prospect of getting back into the game as a beer salesman but it never quite panned out. We decided to cross the street and watch at a bar.
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we were feeling pretty rock and roll at this point |
and this is where for me, we hit it out of the park in terms of having cool experiences. I was introduced to the reina pepiada. This little sandwich is quite possibly the most amazing little thing you could set down next to a bottle of Zulia (#4). To learn more about the curvy queen check out the link to Fino Cambur. But you can be sure I will be trying to get to more baseball games and reina pepiadas this year.
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reina pepiada y zulia |
Then there was Simpson on mototaxi, God love him.
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