Did you know that since the start of the 20th century many Native American communities have had baseball teams? Many famous early 20th-century Native American baseball players started the sport at assimilationist boarding schools. This painting of men in baseball caps and jerseys emblazoned with the words “red” and “skins” speaks to that history. The slur was the name of the DC NFL football team until 2020, when it was renamed the Washington Commanders. Mateo Romero was actively involved with changing the name beginning in 1992. Here, he reclaims the term with Cochiti Pueblo members dressed and posed like a baseball team. Though Romero’s team is imaginary, Cochiti Pueblo has had a minor league baseball team for decades, the Cochiti Braves.
Well, there is no joy in Mudville this morning. The mighty Chiefs were defeated. Hell, they were just plain routed! I blame the orange baboon’s chef’s kiss before game time. There is a maxim about what happens to everything that he touches. A maxim that was proved true yet again. Meanwhile, in the rival city of brotherly love, it was party down time. There Kat Flandermeyer compiled a transcript of highlights from last night’s Philly police scanner. You had to laugh, because otherwise you might cry. Between rotating DJs and civilian horses rearing, it was a night of pure chaos. An example of what we as a country have to look forward to in the next four years. We are headed to an America where urban cowboys cannot take their civilian horses out for a ride.
There is currently an undetermined number of DJs, at least two, perhaps three, they are rotating—Large, LARGE crowd coming—The barricades are falling— “We have too many we keep losing the barricades” is being repeated with increasing levels of panic lol—I DONT EVEN KNOW IF THE CREW CAN MAKE IT THROUGH THE PEOPLE TO GET THE DJ—We lost the barricade at chestnut. We lost a lot right now! —I keep hearing “we can start clearing the crowd out” as if that is an attainable goal— “Uh, this is an estimate but I got no less than 5000 people heading your way” “Uh… thanks” — “Broad and Locust is lost” Like this, is the zombie apocalypse—I’ve been avoiding the medic calls but broad and walnut just got a second “man down in his alcohol” —Disregard second man, he has apparently gotten up out of his alcohol and continued partying—we have a man with a boombox who keeps poking out of a store, “keep an eye on him” — “I got about thirty people on top of a trash truck” I NEED to see this—I now have seven or eight people on horses, the fireworks are spooking them and they’re rearing up… they’re civilian horses.
Last night we met some Scots, first at dinner and then later at 3 AM, when we heard them singing outside our window. Tonight is the big game, Scotland 🏴 versus Croatia 🇭🇷. Croatia is favored, being the better playing team and having a home field advantage, but the Scots are here in force to back their team. We came upon the Scottish gathering point, where their march to the match begins. We spent the day in quirky little museums, like the Museum of Broken Relationships and the Naīve Art Museum, where the footballer’s statues came from. We will find a sports bar to watch the match over dinner. The march to the match passes by the hotel and then the Hangover Museum.
Update: It was zero to zero when we left the streets, but it was 1-1 when we finally got the game on the Telly. Croatia took a late game 2-1 lead and Scotland seemingly tied the score at the last minute, but a penalty denied them that.
