Baja Ha Ha Chapter One
11-8-95 La Paz, B.C., Mexico
We left Los Angeles ten A.M. November 4. Slept the night at El Cid hotel (Alas, I had no cid) on Calle Bucaneros. We watched Riddick Bowe knock out Evander Holyfield at Los Grillos bar and Sports-Grill. At Caliente sports book, I put $30 on a four game parley that would pay ten to one if I won. I had the Raiders high-scoring offense to cover eight and half points against the Bengals, the league-leading Chiefs needed just eight and half to cover the low-scoring 'Skins, Atlanta one and half over Detroit, and Denver over Phoenix in Denver with any spread was a shoo-in. We were able to get the game on AM radio until it was overcome by static in the hills of Lower California. The Raiders were covering 14-3. Reports had KC also with a 14-3 lead, and Atlanta was leading Detroit 19-0. Then we found the Chiefs game on the radio way the hell south of the border, a hundred miles or more, on some little dirt road, in a ramshackle, clapboard, shanty town where the last thing you would expect to find on the radio was an NFL game let alone, one from Kansas City. The day was utterly gray, and as the radio finally fell into crunchy on and off again static, we got a final score Raiders 20, Bengals 17, so there went my three hundred dollar payoff.
With the football games gone, so too seemed the last vestiges of star spangled America. The Pepper spoke dreamily of pussy, the mythical Cueva de Oro...
We left Los Angeles ten A.M. November 4. Slept the night at El Cid hotel (Alas, I had no cid) on Calle Bucaneros. We watched Riddick Bowe knock out Evander Holyfield at Los Grillos bar and Sports-Grill. At Caliente sports book, I put $30 on a four game parley that would pay ten to one if I won. I had the Raiders high-scoring offense to cover eight and half points against the Bengals, the league-leading Chiefs needed just eight and half to cover the low-scoring 'Skins, Atlanta one and half over Detroit, and Denver over Phoenix in Denver with any spread was a shoo-in. We were able to get the game on AM radio until it was overcome by static in the hills of Lower California. The Raiders were covering 14-3. Reports had KC also with a 14-3 lead, and Atlanta was leading Detroit 19-0. Then we found the Chiefs game on the radio way the hell south of the border, a hundred miles or more, on some little dirt road, in a ramshackle, clapboard, shanty town where the last thing you would expect to find on the radio was an NFL game let alone, one from Kansas City. The day was utterly gray, and as the radio finally fell into crunchy on and off again static, we got a final score Raiders 20, Bengals 17, so there went my three hundred dollar payoff.
With the football games gone, so too seemed the last vestiges of star spangled America. The Pepper spoke dreamily of pussy, the mythical Cueva de Oro...
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This is the beginning of the good stuff.
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