Ah, Monterrey vs San Luis. Every time this fixture pops up on the calendar, I kinda get this little knot in my stomach. Not always in a bad way, you know, but it’s… complicated for me, personally.
You see, for me, it’s never just been about the 90 minutes on the pitch. It’s the whole circus that comes with it. The build-up, the arguments with friends I didn’t even know cared so much, and then the aftermath. It’s a whole thing, I tell ya.
My “Brilliant” Idea for Game Night
I learned this the hard way, of course. Like really learned it. There was this one time, a few seasons back, I thought I’d be the cool, “bring-everyone-together” kind of guy. A real unifier, you know? So, I decided to host a viewing party at my place. Monterrey vs San Luis. What could possibly go wrong, right? Famous last words.
My apartment isn’t exactly a stadium, but I figured, hey, a few pals, some chips and dip, maybe a couple of beers. Good times. I even got those little team-colored napkins, trying to be all festive and balanced. Yeah, that gesture was completely lost on everyone.
The Kick-Off… and the Complete Meltdown
So, the game started, and believe it or not, for about ten whole minutes, it was okay. People were actually talking, pretty civil. Then Monterrey banged in the first goal. My buddy, Dave, who’s a die-hard Rayados fan, he just exploded. I mean, screaming, jumping up and down, nearly knocked over my poor TV. My cat freaked out and hid under the bed for the rest of the night.
Then, not too long after, San Luis somehow got an equalizer. And my other friend, Maria, who I swear bleeds San Luis colors, she gives it right back to Dave, but like, twice as loud. I didn’t even know her voice could go that high.
It pretty much went downhill from there. Real fast.
- The “friendly banter” quickly turned into not-so-friendly shouting matches. About offsides, about fouls, about stuff that happened ten years ago.
- Someone, and I still don’t know who, “accidentally” spilled a whole bowl of sticky barbecue wings right onto the only white couch cushion I own. Near an “enemy” fan, of course.
- My carefully curated playlist of “neutral” upbeat pre-game music? Totally hijacked. Replaced by team anthems played at a volume that probably shook my neighbor’s fillings loose.
By the end of the match – which Monterrey ended up winning, by the way, adding more fuel to the fire – my living room looked like a small, very messy, very sticky battlefield. And it felt like one too. There were these cold shoulders, people giving each other the silent treatment. A couple of folks weren’t even speaking to each other as they left. Awkward.
Lesson Learned: Sometimes, Solitude is Bliss
So, yeah, that was my big “practical experience” with trying to enjoy a Monterrey vs San Luis game in a social setting. My brilliant career as a host for this particular match-up? Over before it even properly began. Crashed and burned spectacularly.
Nowadays? If it’s Monterrey vs San Luis on the schedule, I’m a lot more strategic. Usually, I just watch it by myself. Peace and quiet. Just me, the game, and my own (mostly) calm reactions. Or, if I do decide to watch with others, it’s a very, very carefully selected crowd. Like, one other person, tops, and they absolutely have to be chill. Or a fan of the same team as me, if I’m picking a side that day.
It’s just not worth the cleanup, you know? Or the potential diplomatic incidents between my friends. Some games, I’ve realized, are just meant for quiet contemplation, or maybe just for yelling at the screen when you’re all alone and no one can judge you. That’s my big takeaway from that whole mess. Never again.
