Everything Hurts, and I Feel Great

Every inch of my body hurts.

I don’t recall exactly how I went about it, but the celebration last night almost killed me. The Los Angeles Galaxy are the 2011 Major League Soccer Champions, and I celebrated from the moment the whistle blew until hours I didn’t even know existed (did you know there’s a 5AM? Me neither). I hugged about a hundred people, high fived about a million. It was incredible. I don’t recall ever feeling so good.

Then this morning I got up for work. I don’t recall ever feeling so bad. Every part of my body was hurting. Every part of my body still hurts. It’s all worth it though. The celebration was memorable, and something I will always enjoy and cherish. The trophy up top will remain in LA, and belongs to my favorite team. Doesn’t get much better.

No pain, no gain.


My Super Sunday

I like football, both college and the NFL. Every year I throw a Super Bowl party with lots of booze after cooking some of my famous snacks and finger foods.

All that is fine and dandy, but it’s nothing I’m obsessed over or love (notice I used the word like up top?). No for me Super Sunday comes in November… and today is Super Sunday.

Today the Los Angeles Galaxy host the Houston Dynamo in MLS Cup. Soccer is my passion, I was brought up a soccer fan thanks to my father, even my mother would get into the games at times, depending who was playing. Being there with friends singing and chanting, drinking and eating, laughing and crying, it truly is the beautiful game. As a member of the Los Angeles Riot Squad, one of the Galaxy’s supporters’ groups, I have been at the epicenter of many of those joys and pains.

A few years ago there was a big uproar about how awesome it was that San Francisco Giants fans were a singing some song in unison, and that the stadium had an amazing atmosphere because of it… big whoop… that happens at soccer games every game, that’s why it’s so popular worldwide. Announcements and commercials have been airing all over the place and at other sporting events, and I hear people snicker: “No one cares.”, “Soccer sucks.”. Aside for the fact that those people have the vocabulary of a five year old, they are completely wrong. The 27,000 seat Home Depot Center had to expand it’s capacity TWICE for this game. The tickets sold out within in minutes after BOTH expansions. All this for a game “no one cares” about.

Soccer has grown rapidly in the United States since the founding of Major League Soccer. This past year the MLS became the 3rd ranked US league in average per game attendance, having passed the NBA. It’s TV rights deals have grown as well. Not too long after it’s found MLS was struggling and failing, the momentum from the US having hosted the ’94 World Cup was fading, as was the league. Why? Many believe it was because MLS tried to make itself American with shootouts, count down clocks, and trying to lure soccer moms and their kids. Luckily, MLS realized this wasn’t how other leagues survived. They started going after the hardcore fans, they changed the rules to match the rest of the world, and then the league grew. Now the championship game after the playoffs (the one thing that still remains “Americanized”) draws a huge turn out, now the stands are filled with the crazy rabid fans, rather than soccer moms… although there are a few soccer moms… and a few MILFs among them, haha. The hardcore fans with their team’s name tattooed on their body, those are the ones you want. They’re the ones that make the game exciting. They’re the ones that make it fun. Those are the one’s that will be there today. Those are the one’s that will cheer or cry, win or lose with their team.

Those are the ones we are.

I’m LA ’til I die
I’m LA ’til I die
I know I am, I’m sure I am
I’m LA ’til I die

The Three Quotes I Live By

For as long as I can remember, I’ve always been a fan of quotes. Having long ago realized that listening to others wisdom would be very beneficial to me, I’ve always read other people’s quotes and advice. Even so there are time when you just have to learn on your own.

The following are the three quotes that I have taken to heart:

“Be true to your work, your word, and your friend.”            -Henry David Thoreau

I have always been proud of my work ethic, my desire of keeping my promises, and my fierce loyalty to my friends. This quote exemplifies everything I want to be, and am at times. There are however times when I’ve been lazy, mostly because I’ve had jobs that I’ve hated before. Aside from those experiences, I’ve always done my best to keep my word (it’s a borderline obsession) , and I’ve always tried to be there for my friends and be completely loyal (to a flaw).

“All discarded lovers should be given a second chance, but with somebody else.” -Mae West

This quote wasn’t always on my list. I did, however, always tell people that I didn’t believe in second chances. People would ask me how I could be an athlete if I didn’t want to try things a second time and I would explain that it was my belief that after training and becoming faster, stronger, or whatever it was now a first chance under different circumstances. Of course people argued that it’s not a new first chance, then I saw this quote. After thinking back I realized that I applied the whole second chance thing mostly to relationships, after getting burned by two consecutive girlfriends the exact same way as the first time, the second time we had gone out. So I stick to this quote now.

“A man who is master of himself can end a sorrow as easily as he can invent a pleasure. I don’t want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them.” -Oscar Wilde

This is THE quote. The one quote to rule them all. Ever since I was a child for some reason I strove to control my emotions. Maybe it was because of the culture instilled by my Salvadoran parents, maybe I was wise beyond my years, or maybe the world knew I would need to be able to do such a thing. No matter the reason, I’ve done so for many years. Even in the most troubling times I’ve been able to find humor or “invent a pleasure”, and have been able to dismiss sadness almost at will.

I still have a girl that calls me, that was convinced she had broken my heart, and pokes and prods trying to get me to admit that she hurt me, unwilling to believe that once she did what she did I just stopped caring. People have called me rude, an asshole, emotionless simply because I don’t coddle them. The thing is I know what I bring to the table, and I’m quite confident in myself, if someone doesn’t want what I have, someone else will, so why be sad? Why harp on something in the past? It’s better to learn, live, and keep walking.

They used ProjectX

In case you’re wondering, the unusual name of this blog and title of this post comes from the fact that, on probably somewhere around 100 sites, I’m known as ProjectX, projectx, project_x, etc… However, I’m quite late to the blog game, and evidently someone used my usual username, since I have no idea who did (they have deleted their blog, and I still can’t use that site address!) I will call him, her, it, whatever… They… They is my arch-nemesis… They will suffer my wrath… my mighty and pretty much powerless internet wrath!