While killing time in the Vienna airport I thought it would be a good time to talk about my last trip to Nicaragua. Baseball to Nicaragua is what hockey is to Canada but we are better at hockey then they are are baseball but that really doesn't matter for the purpose of these story.

It was the final of the Sr. Men's division with the local city in the final taking on big, bad and better funded Managua. Better funded meaning they are not using homemade bats like Fred Flintstone. Rivas, if you really want to get involved in this story was up 2-1 and another home game. There was about 15 of us want and we paid the scalper prices of 5.00 USD which is highway robbery but we got it.

So much noise, chaos but in a fun sort of way. I was the designated driver and thus the designated bore. But the game was great, a complete blow out by Rivas and a final score of 17-3. Almost everyone I went with was drunk. One of the things I like about baseball in Nicaragua is that instead of hotdogs they serve cerviche.

So with everyone else drunk I was keeping track of everything that was spilt on me. It included but is not limited to

beer
water
pop
cerviche
baby barf
blood
catsup (why the hell is it spelled like that)
candy,
ice (but that is really water)

The next Rivas won again and won the championship for the first time in 33 years.