In 1993, Club de Fútbol Reboceros de La Piedad won the Liga Mexico championship, which was rather a big deal at the time if you were a) Mexican; b) a soccer enthusiast.
Rebeceros means plasterer. The team was founded in 1951 by tradesmen. La Piedad, a medium-sized city in Michoacan, was once known for its pork production, but now for decapitationes narcotrafficantes. Its chief export is American labor.
Somehow…in a chain of custody worthy of a novel I will never get a chance to read…the trophy made its way to an apartment in Panorama City. This weekend it was put out on the sidewalk, peeling and chipped, along with a fold-out bed and linens. If you’re aspiring to be the next Don Delillo, here’s your plotline.
In 2013 the Rebeceros’ sixty-year history ended when the new owners decided to liquidate the club to free the license for another team in Veracruz, making it a faith which no longer has a church.
La Piedad means mercy. Referentially, one mercy in particular. There is a basilica in La Piedad older than the United States, the dome among the tallest in Latin America. Beneath the plaster, the walls are pocked with bullets and cannon perforations from the Mexican revolution.
The peasants keep kneeling, over centuries. Given the world enough and time, the elites will mock everything.