Glory Versus Death: At the Corrida in Tijuana
TIJUANA, Mexico -- The aficionados hissed, at both the matadors and at the bulls. They cursed everyone conspiring to rob them of that beautiful, horrific moment in a corrida, when time slows and life and death become blurred.
I sat in the tenth row of Tijuana's Plaza Monumental, in the shade, surrounded by friends. We took long pulls off a bota, getting drunk on Mexican wine. It was opening day of the 2006 season. My buddy Santiago, an amateur bullfighter, leaned over and nodded solemnly. ...
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