A slow Sunday unfolded, the beaches were unusually empty due to a combination of a heavy night of partying, Monday is a holiday here, and the fact that the Seasonal Rush starts on the fifteenth. I interviewed a beach vendor, after I woke him up, to ask him what he thought of Tim Tebow and the craze that was taking over the United States. He looked up at me with blood shot eyes, gave me “knuckles” and replied “muy fuerte”, which means very strong. He then proceeded to pull his John Deere hat back down over his eyes and tuned back into the sound of the surf pounding on the beach. He had obviously been watching the Broncos first half and had decided to return to his perch and hope for a few more afternoon sales.

Still in search of my weekly fix of Tebowmania,

I continued along the cobblestone streets at halftime, passing by a few establishments that had the Raiders-Packers game advertisement scrawled on a dry board in a kaleidoscope of colors. I peered in, noticing the lopsided score, and “politely” instructed them to switch to the Broncos- Bears game. In a coordinated response from the throngs of football fanatics from the American contingency seated amongst the palm trees in the outdoor cafe, I was serenaded by a resounding chorus of “TEBOW, TEBOW!”….needless to say, game on.

A few non believers from the great state of Texas, (my son plays for Rice in Houston, so I respect their knowledge of football), made the rest of the game hard to swallow. Until the final seven minutes that is, then my two hundred peso bet started to have legs. Tebow legs, that is. Suddenly, in the usual fashion,  the action on the field began to make all my “preaching” through out the game look like the gospel truth.  Rounds of Jose Quervo Reposada tequila shots were mysteriously landing upon my table amidst the chants of “TEBOW, TEBOW, TEBOW”, and guess what? I even got a big fat hug from “my boy” from Dallas!

He whispered in my ear, “you Denver guys got something special going on here”, and he handed me my winnings and hit the door. I paid my tab and headed outside only to find two eight year old Mexican boys throwing a nerf football, wearing….you guest it, orange jerseys bearing the number fifteen.

Tebowmania HAS hit Puerto Vallarta!… and I have a table reserved for next week, courtesy of the owner of the establishment, and my two hundred pesos ready to go!

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