I Bleed Green, White, and Red
Technically, I was born in San Antonio, Texas. My mother is from the United States and my father is from Mexico. My parents married in Coahuila, Mexico. My mother went on holiday back to Texas for the Thanksgiving family gathering, and during this visit I was born one week early.
When she recovered, we went back home to Mexico. We lived there for three years, then moved to Texas, and soon after to California. I wear my heritage proudly on my sleeve. Any chance I get to celebrate my heritage is a blessing, especially during football games. It is my chance to celebrate my culture with music, family, friends, and food! Especially the food. One of the greatest feelings is listening to the National Anthem in the stadium. It gives me goosebumps.
My football journey started early when we had family gatherings, our famous “carne asadas” (cookouts). It was always on the weekends at my aunt and uncle’s house. My uncle played recreationally and always had the television on with live or recorded football games. Football was not always accessible like today. Naturally, just to tease him, I would root against his favorite team, and this is where the passion grew.
I cannot exactly recall my first football games because it was at an early age, but I was hooked. When my family could afford to, we would find a way to attend matches. Once I started working and was old enough, off to the stadium I would go, locally and nationally.