Tigres is inept. America is , uh, inepter. Okay, that's not a word but you can't really blame me for not being able to complete a thought. My fingers are frozen. The rest of my body is catching up too. It's fitting that I read the Jack London story "To Build a Fire" just the other day. I think I'm going to slap my fingers against my legs to get some feeling in them.
The America-Tigres game is going into penalty kicks. The game is 0-0. Nobody wants this game, and it's a shame because there are 27,000 fans here and it's cold and they came out to see their team (America) and it's damned cold.
I'll put up some pictures later... if I don't freeze to death first.
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