Spicy Food and a Spartan.....

SpartyMSU has been in Mexico all week..   and it reminded me of my very first posting on SpartyMSU.com…  So to bring back the memories..This posting was about a previous trip to Mexico...

Baby its…. HARD being a Devoted Spartan for Football Seasons the last Many years.

Ramblings from a recent South of the boarder trip while listening to MSU Basketball.
 Recently, on a Sat. Night in Mexico City, after work, I  was listening to the game on Web cast in the Hotel bar. With Internet access I got lucky and was able to Sparty On...  Well, I decided to have a few cervasa and some Padron, yummm... Right... Well, some nachos sounded good, so I ordered nachos, and some meat stuffed tomali. The waiter came over said something in a rapid fire, blur, that no one could understand, so, in a semi tequila haze, I answered,"Cie". They were pouring juice glass size, gringo killing shots.  I think it was a trick question, he was probably asking me the spice level I wanted for my food.

But, being in a “GO Green” Nirvana Heaven, listening to the web cast of a Spartan game 2000 miles from East Lansing, so, I really wasn’t paying too close attention.
I was hungry as a bear, and wanted to have something to soak up the booze and beer.
Well, it was half time and the food arrived. Blindly, I chowed everything on the plate. Soon, I began to notice my tongue, lips, and throat brewing from a warm tingle to a white hot / blast furnace melt down. Oh...My...God...take me  now....

"Forth Floor Butterfield logic" told me to either drink more tequila to dull the pain (which I had plenty of) for a med. term solution, and more grain based nachos (which turn in to alkaline) to cancel the capsaicin of the peppers, which I have been plowing through, for the near term solution.

 Duh....
I added more of the "house" salsa out of drunk habit while eating nachos to kill the nacho burn.... Follow the logic.... Me neither today....

After another Izzo Victory, I sheepishly paid my tab, and headed to my room. The staff was snickering about the dumb gringo, with pussy taste buds. This was clear attack on the USA. This is another tirade...for another day...
Well I had planned to get up at 4am to catch a 6am flight. At or about midnight, I woke up in a sweat. It was a bone and bowel rattling tummy rumble. The kind that makes a seasoned traveler say..."Oh...Mother Mary...No" At first I laid there hoping it would pass, meaning just settle down. It was going to pass all right..... I looked like Scooby-Do running to the commode....  It was a mere 7 feet from the bed, but, in that slow motion focused second, I wasn’t sure I was going to make it.

 Oh... My...God.... Someone turned on a flame thrower. Yeeeooowww... I grabbed a towel, instantly was doing a Jerry Tarkainian imitation. This continued for 3 hours.... I am sure I am missing flesh. What goes in hot, though dulled by much alcohol, comes out Hotter !!!!!!!!!!  Wow! Is an understatement. This could be a new Al-Qaeda terrorism weapon. Something like this would kill weaker mortals, keep the woman and children away... Hell, the paint started to peel from the bathroom after a while. The porcelain is permanently stained from the acid etch. We should send this treatment to Ann Arbor…..

Pay heed to the lesson. Don't eat spicy food, of unknown heat level or origin while focused on Sparty Passion. It was like mixing guns and booze, not a good combination. I should have known nothing good was going to come from the meal. I usually am smarter, and more sober.

Sparty ON !!!