Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Little League age 7
It was our first game. I was super excited. I was the first batter up in the 2nd inning. I step up, and I hit the first pitch they threw. wayyyyy into right. Now I'm so nervous, I run to first and everyone tells me to go to 2nd base. I get there and everyone is still yelling at me. I have no idea why, but I got confused,so I just ran back to first base. everyone was pissed I started crying and I ran to the car never to see the field again.
Everytime I thought about joining a team, I would be hesitant because of what happened. Sure, I'd pick up on many neighborhood pick up baseball games, but I would never try out for a team. As much as I wanted to become a baseball player for the Dodgers, I would never overcome my fear of trying out. I hit the batting cages every now and then, but it just isn't the same.
Friday, December 12, 2008
So I was Three or Four when this happened. I went to the strawberry fields with my grandma (she was the manager). Everyone was Mexican, and at the time, thats all I knew how to speak. The workers brought a ice chest full of honeycomb with a bunch of bees on it (actual honeycomb, not the cereal). I wanted a piece, so I asked the worker Javier to get me one. He tells me the bees don't sting. I go and get one and get stung twice. He started laughing at me as I cried for my grandma. My grandma got me ice, and left back to work. Well, I needed to get Javier back. That motherfucker set me up to get stung. I ran to my grandma's 67 ford mustang, put it in neutral and hopped out and watched it roll down the hill heading for a ditch. I run over to my grandma and tell her I saw Javier near her car. she sees the car in the ditch. I tell her it was Javier. Walked up to his ass, and fires him on the spot. He got teary eyed and I started laughing.
Life Lesson: Whitey always wins.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
One day I was eating a ninja turtle ice cream on top of the mailbox out in the front lawn, with my belt on. I see a girl down the street that babysat me a couple times I was down there. She was with her boyfriend. I really liked her. I was trying to play it cool, and maybe win her over by calling out her boyfriend saying I'm the WWF Champion. Well, as I was talking my smack, ants were climbing on my legs. I guess the mailbox was on a anthill and when i climbed on the mailbox, they followed me and crawled on my leg. My babysitter and her boyfriend start laughing at me and I notice soooo many ants on me and I start crying hysterically. My grandpa comes comes out and saves me. He starts rolling me around on the grass (which didn't help cause I was rolling on the ant hill) and he takes me to the bathroom puts me in bathtub with all my clothes ( he took my WWF belt off though) and starts running the water as I'm crying.
Thirty Minutes later, I'm sitting on the couch thinking about how stupid I looked to my babysitter. I have all these red spots on me cause of the ants biting me. and my grandpa hands me my belt and says "Well,you are the champion. you're the one alive, they are all dead!"
I miss that guy.
Life Lesson: If you're gonna talk shit to your babysitters' boyfriend, make sure he isn't friends with a million ants....he will win.
Also, if you're gonna be the WWF Champion, be sure you have a great tag team partner on your side......I did.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Hanging out with my cousin Abel and a couple kids from my street. My grandma lived on one side of the catwalk, and on the other side (the bad part of town) was my aunt and cousins house. Now my cousins dad was a main guy in a gang related family. I was brought up in this lifestyle. Back then, you didn't see any downsides in being in a gang. Its just always people hangingout together, non stop bbq's. Well, I remember Abel and I saw some gangster movies with those dudes, and we wanted to be like them. So we had it planned out, when my grandma and aunt came through the door, we would be pretending to do drugs (we had paper rolled up like joints behind our ears, and sugar lined up). Well, they walked in and I quickly started "awww, this cocaine is soooo good" and Abel grabbed his joint from his ear "oh, this weed is making me high" and within two minutes we were crying cause they hit us soooo hard. as they were hitting us, they were saying "you think its fun to do drugs?". After getting whipped with the belt, red marks on my ass and my arm fro trying to block the whippings on my ass. We figured to just be gangsters that don't do drugs. To this day, Abel and I dont do drugs.
* I'm on the top in the brown bandanna, Abel in the Red bandanna on the corner*
Del Monte Avenue is one of the roughest streets in that small town to this day. it was harder back then.
Life Lesson for parents: when your kid pretends to do drugs. whip the shit out of him/her. They won't touch that shit in fear of the belt hitting his/her ass.