Viva viva la poderoso
It’s not so much the game that I like – 90 minutes they almost score, they almost score, foul, another foul, at the end nothing has happened, but Medellin wins – it’s the party afterwards.
It started at 5. It started when Don bought that bottle of ‘guaro. It started with 7 girls still hung over from the night before. It started in a park in the middle of poblado in Medellin.
And then there were the fans – thousands there with us. And the talcum powder – covering everything and everyone. And the bottle rockets – not to mention the bombs. And of course. The next bottle. Cargo pants are wonderful.
I remember jumping on about 20 guys trying to get on tv. I remember throwing talcum powder at people and getting it thrown back. I remember sharing our bottle of aguardiente with everyone who asked. …I don’t remember getting home, but I do remember waking up… ugh.
I haven’t drunk so much in a very long time. God bless advil…
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