Post #3

Did I mention I was in a horseshoe tournament? Some really good friends of the family throw down a pretty big chingadero...there are usually around 28 teams (of two)mostly cholos and the token white dude. And me. There are trophies t-shirts and cash prizes for the winners. The after party is Loaded fun, people bring their RV's and tents, thus eliminating the possible drunk driving and there's sure to be dancing around a bonfire. But during the day, it's all about the game.

I started hanging around the horseshoe pits so much because I was putting in an Aztec Inspired arch in the house where the tournaments are held. Everyday after work we'd drink beer and throw shoes. My dad taught me a long time ago..."Nice and easy, mija." For that reason alone, I love playing. Unfortunately, this time - my homies were coming up to me asking me what the hell was wrong with my partner - this big huge seemingly retarded guy who couldn't throw a shoe to save his life. I had braided my hair and the guys on the sidelines kept warning me, "Get Back, India." It was up to me to make all the points for 2 games until we got Eliminated. Which I did and got teased for my "game face." And I Still had fun. How could I not? Sunny day, lotsa beer, oldies playing from a lowrider's stereo....Plus, I didn't have to pay the $25 dollar entrance fee because I got commissioned and made an arched planter with actual rusty old horseshoes affixed to the front. To be raffled off after the games. I only wish I coulda stayed in it longer. Oh well, next time....

This is the guy that won...

he was "in the zone", throwing ringer upon ringer. His partner Lucked Out. I'm gonna see if I can't rig it next year and somehow pick his number (to match mine)when we draw for teams. It was A Beautiful Day. One that made me all glad to be alive. For real. I dig stuff like this.