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Now Mama works as a maid, cleaning tourists' hotel rooms. And I stopped attending school this year to bus tables in the hotel's restaurant. Meanwhile, I heard on free radio from the US that Papi signed a second multi-million dollar deal to pitch in the major leagues for the Miami Marlins. Whenever I cry now, it's always tears of bitterness. Game One of the series was played in Miami, and Papi came in to pitch in relief. Papi threw a perfect ninth-inning for the save, striking out a pair of Yankees as the Marlins won 5 to 4.

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Kids from Matanzas still remember El Fuego. They talk about their hero all the time. They want to pitch like him. Most of them want play in the major leagues like he does, collecting mega-checks. And watching our pitcher work was like seeing a highlight film of Papi from 20 years ago, from before I was even born. I kicked hard at the dirt beneath me. Then I pounded a fist into my glove, waiting for the next pitch. But after our pitcher came set with his hands, he hesitated for a few seconds, stopping the base runner from timing the rhythm of his pitches. Only that hesitation freezes me in my tracks, too, with my feet nearly glued to the ground.

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His spikes caught leather, tearing at the glove's fingers. Then I pulled my glove away, showing the umpire that I still had control of the ball. The runner was out, and the game over. My cousin Luis raced in from centerfield, jumping on my shoulders to celebrate. I carried his weight for a few steps before we both tumbled onto the infield grass, laughing and smiling like little kids. Luis is a year younger than me. He was still in school and probably wouldn't have been an all-star if his father, my Uncle Ramon, wasn't our hometown coach. But Luis already knew that and didn't have any crazy dreams that he could be chosen as a Nacional.

That's all I'm asking for. I don't even care if I ride the bench," he said, as we picked ourselves up off the ground and started toward the dugout, surrounded by our teammates. You know those big coaches are making notes on you, and everything they're writing is good. Stay focused on the game in front of me, not anywhere else," I said, tossing my glove, end-over-end, into the dugout. Over the last five years, Luis and I had become much closer, almost like brothers. His mama died of pneumonia about 11 months after Papi defected. Let's go home," said Uncle Ramon, his attention seemingly split between us and someone in the stands.

I have to work tonight at the restaurant," I said, trying to give him a high-five as I walked past. Only I don't think Uncle Ramon even noticed, because he never took his hands from the pockets of his red windbreaker. He just left me hanging out there. Uncle Ramon is Papi's younger brother. They played together for the team in Matanzas for a while. Now Uncle Ramon works at one of the big sugar mills and coaches part-time at the school where Papi once did. He's tall and thin with a pair of strong legs that are usually rooted to the ground.

And when his long brown hair blows around, Uncle Ramon reminds me of a palm tree that refuses to bend in the breeze. I changed out of my cleats, packed away my glove and bats, and then slung my equipment bag over my shoulder. He had great singles matches last season, and some seriously explosive moments during Ultima Lucha Dos. Ultima Lucha Tres Match Announcement: Remember when I was freaking out over half a year ago about this possible matchup? A matchup that never really existed? Gloating aside, we all knew this was going to happen eventually. The heat between these two has just been nonstop.

She can just disappear over and over every time Ivelisse takes a shot at her and the match would just go on forever. Since her match at Ultima Lucha Tres is already set, it looks like Ivelisse is going to have a kickass singles run this season to prepare for it, much like her former tag team partner and ex-boyfriend Son of Havoc. Gift of the Gods Championship Match: Sexy Star c vs. Taya Valkyrie Oh, Mundo.

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But when the Super Matannzas team of Fenix, Drago, and Aerostar came out, I marked out at Ldt possibility of an alliance forming between them and Sexy Star. She just earned it at Ultima Lucha Dos. Tongiht, this title defense both maganzas serious development to storylines for several characters at once and also showcased the abilities of Sexy and Taya. Match interference is a major cliche in American pro wrestling, but for those reasons, I think it was fine here. Boys, you have the ladies to thank here. Also, notice how Taya missed a couple moves during this match, particularly the double knees and the leap off the turnbuckle, both of which were partly due to Sexy simply dodging them fast enough.

As I recall, during Season 2, either Striker or Vampiro mentioned how Taya resembled the way Ivelisse used to act in Season 1, and look where Ivelisse is now. My favorite moments were the equal exchanges of moves, counters, and dodges between both luchadoras, particularly during the beginning of the match. The exaggerated headlock at the beginning also felt like symbolism to me.


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