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And you thought Fresno State was only known for Academics. Ha, I laugh in your faces! (I am being sarcastic Damn it!)
Read the following article if you don’t believe the hype behind the Bulldogs:
They remind you of Florida State. Not the quarterback-challenged Seminoles of today, who have become personal valets for Miami. Instead, Fresno State reminds you of the Seminoles of the late 1970s and 1980s who would go anywhere and play anybody with a ramblin’, gamblin’ style that made their reputation.
It’s the only way coach Pat Hill knows how to operate. Saturday’s 45-21 upset at No. 13 Kansas State was Fresno’s ninth over a BCS-conference school since 2000. But none has been bigger.
“That’s who we’ve tried to pattern our program after,” Hill said. “I’m very close to Bobby Bowden. I tell him, ‘We’re going to try to do what you did.’”
The rise of Fresno is eerily similar. Small state school that keeps biting the ankles of the big boys. Saturday was the school’s biggest victory, mostly because the Bulldogs walked into a true pit, KSU Stadium, and pushed around the defending Big 12 champs, handing them their worst non-conference loss in 13 years.
“I’ve been here for 16 years,” K-State coach Bill Snyder said. “We never had a football team that just got beat up as badly as we did today.”
If they weren’t before, the Bulldogs (2-0) have to be taken seriously. It’s possible no team in the country has two bigger victories to start the season than Fresno’s 35-16 win at Washington before 70,000-plus and in Manhattan.
“This team can win against the Notre Dames and Michigans,” said Hill, now in his eighth season. “The teams that scare me are the Boise States.”
Boise and Fresno look to be the most likely BCS busters at this point. The Broncos knocked off Oregon State on Friday night to move to 2-0.
Fresno opened the 2001 season 6-0, beating Colorado, Oregon State and Wisconsin in succession. The dream season that had the Bulldogs on the cusp of a BCS bowl bid was shot down by Boise State in Game 7. The teams meet again on Oct. 23 with the winner in good shape to run the table.
“I’m hoping Boise is undefeated when we play them,” Hill said more for the sake of the non-BCS schools than trying to ratchet up rhetoric. “One of us has got to do it. That becomes what this country is all about — the Rocky story, the little guy.”
There were no gimmicks Saturday. Fresno ran up 400 yards, intercepted two passes and held K-State to 180 yards, its lowest total in at least five years. The game preparation was spectacular. Fresno’s tough defense set out to stop Heisman candidate Darren Sproles and did just that, holding him to 37 rushing yards.
Hill’s game prep was so meticulous that he called good friend Bob Stoops of Oklahoma to ask about the treacherous KSU Stadium winds. The stadium is one of the few that runs north-south. On cold days, it gets winds roaring out of the north. On warm days like Saturday, it comes straight down the field from the south.
Offensive tackle Logan Mankins, a former walk-on, made an All-America case for himself by pile-driving Wildcats all day. Strong safety James Sanders intercepted his third pass. The only downer was running back Dwayne Wright going down with a season-ending leg injury.
It’s still a team that no one knows much about. About 60 percent of the roster comes from a 150-mile radius around Fresno. Three members of an offensive line that has pushed around Washington and K-State are from small mountain communities surrounding the city. Hill, a former NFL assistant, estimates that in eight years he has beaten a Pac-10 school in recruiting on exactly one player.
Coaches know, however. Texas Tech has cancelled two games. Oklahoma State got out of a game. Colorado State dropped Fresno and picked up USC, a team Hill was trying to schedule for an opening that once existed for next Saturday. Hill gladly scheduled Kansas State with a familiar deal — two-for-one. K-State comes to Fresno in 2007 before the teams meet back in Manhattan in 2008.
“I don’t even think it was an upset,” Hill said of Saturday’s victory. “I do think we’re better than they were.”
All the Bulldogs know the real score. Hill likes to talk in terms of poker, saying each week his team is “all in” in terms of the BCS. As good as Fresno is, it cannot afford to lose if it wants to make one of the four BCS bowls.
“I think mid-majors are starting to come up and good things are happening,” defensive tackle Garrett McIntyre said. “These teams like us want BCS bids and we think we can get them, but we have to go undefeated in order to do it. So I think it’s our time.”
There wasn’t much celebrating. Yes, Fresno is used to this sort of thing, but it had only so much energy. The team got into Manhattan at 3 a.m. Friday because of a charter snafu. It had been meeting that day since 5 a.m. PT in order to adjust body clocks for the early 11 a.m. CT start on Saturday. That means the team spent 20 hours together before heads hit pillows.
“There wasn’t much noise on the way back,” Hill said. “They were sleeping.”
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Ramiro Gurrola of Hawaiian Gardens is one of the best riders, or charros, in Mexican rodeo. But when the chute opened one blistering Sunday this summer, the bull he was riding inexplicably collapsed, like a boxer taking a dive.
Midway through the regional Mexican rodeo championships in Sacramento, Gurrola was in fourth place, fighting a bad streak of charro luck.
The belief in charro luck rules the world of Mexican rodeo, known as charreria. In a distinctly Mexican view of life, talent takes a back seat to destiny. A lazy bull, a slow horse or a rainstorm can defeat even the best-trained cowboy.
Charro luck had foiled Gurrola before. Three years in a row, he’d failed to advance to the charreria world championship in Mexico. Yet each loss had pushed him to practice harder.
The next event that afternoon in Sacramento was las manganas, the most difficult in Mexican rodeo. The cowboy performs rope tricks and then tries to lasso the front legs of a galloping mare. Points are scored for elegance and creativity.
Few cowboys work harder at it than Gurrola, 25. Like a jazz musician, he spends hours a day riffing on his rope, hoping for the accidents and mistakes that lead to new tricks. He watches videos of his rivals. Lying in bed at night, he imagines new ways of making the rope dance.
“If you want to be good at charreria, you have to be good at the rope,” he says.
So as he donned his sombrero, shouldered his rope and walked into the arena, Gurrola was losing badly, but he wasn’t afraid.
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In the last few years, Southern California has emerged as a center of traditional Mexican rodeo. Leading Mexican American businessmen are sponsoring charro teams and building rodeo arenas. Three trick-roping schools have opened. The number of officially recognized charro teams has nearly doubled, to 65.
California now ranks fourth in the world in the number of sanctioned teams, behind the Mexican states of Jalisco, Hidalgo and the state of Mexico. Most of California’s riders are Mexican Americans carrying on a tradition brought here by their immigrant parents.
In 2002, the three best Mexican rodeo teams came to Los Angeles and were whipped by upstart U.S.-born charros.
One of the best of them is Gurrola, a 1996 graduate of Artesia High School. Gurrola is a shy, lanky man who becomes a general when he climbs atop a horse. Though 6 foot 3, he is known in the world of charreria as Ramirito — Little Ramiro — named for his father and his grandfather, patriarch of a charro clan in the Mexican state of Zacatecas.
Gurrola pursues charreria with a puritanical devotion. He avoids beer — rare for a man drenched in rural Mexican culture. He hasn’t married because raising a family would cut into his practice time. He can’t remember a weekend when he did something unrelated to horses or charreria.
That a boy from the L.A. suburbs could grow up to be one of the charro world’s budding stars illustrates how Mexican wide swaths of Southern California have become. It also shows how poor immigrants found in the U.S. the means to realize their rodeo dreams. Here, a sport that in Mexico was the preserve of the privileged has become a measure of blue-collar immigrant success, a new twist on the American Dream.
The lesson in Gurrola’s story is that a working man’s son can grow up in Southern California to be the great Mexican cowboy his father wanted to be.
A Son’s Dream
Gurrola’s grandfather was one of the best trick-ropers in Zacatecas. When he had to decide whether to sell a milk cow or a good charro horse, he sold the cow. His son dreamed of being a great charro too. But poverty forced him to leave his horses and head to California in 1971.
Then 17, the son found a job in construction and rented a house in Hawaiian Gardens. Ramiro Gurrola Sr. was part of the first wave of Mexican immigrants to come directly to Los Angeles, bypassing the agricultural work that had drawn earlier generations.
These newcomers were mostly from ranching states in central Mexico, where charreria is almost a religion. It is also expensive. A charro needs a good horse, feed, a saddle and a way to get himself and his horse to the rodeo. Poor rancher youths had to compete on plow horses.
In Southern California, charreria was barely known. But the region’s economy offered what Mexico could not: money to buy good horses.
Some people viewed charreria as old-fashioned, even corny, with riders wearing old-style sombreros. But over the years, a charro subculture took root in L.A. Some devotees bought horses before they bought cars. Many seemed to work solely to support their charreria habit. They made sure their children learned ropes and horses. They took them to Mexico to show them authentic charreria.
Few were as consumed by rodeo as Ramiro Gurrola Sr. He saved $5,000 and could buy either a horse or a house. He bought the horse. By the time he bought a house, he had four horses and three children.
Over the years, the elder Gurrola put his savings into saddles, tack and stables for his horses in El Monte and Compton. “If you have a horse, the horse eats first and then you feed yourself,” he says.
Ramiro Jr. learned his first rope trick when he was 5. At 12, he rode a bucking mare in one of the Sunday rodeos his father and his friends organized at an arena in El Monte. The horse threw him like a pillow.
Over the next few months, the boy climbed on the horse every Sunday. Each time, the bronco tossed him.
“I knew what to do,” he says, “but I couldn’t do it.”
After weeks of additional practice and coaching from his uncles, he mounted the bronco and stayed on. From that moment, he says, he was hooked.
The 1990s were a time of cultural change for young Mexican Americans in Southern California. Earlier generations had been ashamed of their parents’ rural Mexican music, clothes and festivals.
But now they were a majority in many neighborhoods and schools. Though U.S.-born, the immigrants’ children unabashedly embraced what their parents had brought from Mexico. Some suburban kids became fanatics for charreria.
At Artesia High, the younger Gurrola did his homework during lunch hour so he would have afternoons free to practice riding and roping. Half a dozen times a year, he went to Mexico to compete. He explained these absences to his teachers by referring to a “family emergency” back home.
“My friends never knew about it,” he says of his rodeo obsession. “I used to tell them, but they never paid any attention.”
At 15, at a competition in Zacatecas, he won second place in las manganas behind the legendary Andres “Nito” Aceves, who was then transforming Mexican rope style.
Gurrola became unflappable in the ring. Before events, he would slowly walk his horse in circles to calm it as he collected his thoughts. Under pressure during competition, he did not hear the crowd. He also blocked out the gang that controlled his neighborhood in Hawaiian Gardens.
By the time he graduated from high school in 1996, he was becoming one of the region’s great charros. He took a job in his uncle’s insulation factory in Azusa so he could work mornings and devote his afternoons and Sundays to charreria. He joined a charro team founded by Leonardo Lopez, an L.A. nightclub owner.
In 2002, the team went to Mexico for the National Congress of Charreria, the sport’s world championship. Gurrola finished second in las manganas out of 105 competitors. No American has ever finished higher in a single event in the Mexican championships.
In appreciation, the crowd rained hats and gloves down on him.
“It felt good,” he says.
His performance was one of several events in 2002 that changed California charreria.
That year, Lopez began managing the Pico Rivera Sports Arena, opening a major venue to the sport.
The rancher youths who had come to California 30 years earlier now owned businesses — the Northgate Gonzalez and La Vallarta supermarket chains, Las Palmas Nursery, Padilla Demolition — and could afford to sponsor charro teams. Some built their own rodeo arenas.
As a boy in Mexico, Juan De la Torre never had the money to compete. He came to California hoping to earn enough to buy a horse. He learned to build houses and became a contractor. Today, De la Torre has his own charro team and an enduring place in charro lore. A Zacatecas band recorded a ballad about him, “King of the Bull-tailers,” referring to a charro event at which he excels.
In El Monte and Pico Rivera, in Sylmar, San Fernando, and in parts of Chino, there are communities of rodeo devotees. Mira Loma (pop. 17,000) in Riverside County is inhabited mostly by immigrants from Jalisco and Zacatecas and now has six charro teams. Riders tie up their horses and sit down to eat at Enrique’s Seafood, a charro hangout.
A bidding war for the best quarter-horses erupted, doubling the prices over the last five years to as much as $15,000.
The growing popularity of charreria, and the increased political sophistication of Mexican Americans, was evident in their response to a 2002 proposal to outlaw bull-tailing, a rodeo event in which charros pull a running bull to the ground by the tail.
Years before, the state Senate had banned horse-tripping, part of another charreria event. Charros went to Sacramento, dressed in traditional riding outfits. Their representative spoke broken English. They knew no one at the state Capitol. Only two senators voted against the ban on horse-tripping, and the practice remains illegal in California.
“We never had to defend ourselves in the past,” says Marcos Franco, director of the U.S. division of the Mexican Charro Federation. “They just ran us over.”
But when animal rights activists pushed for the ban on bull-tailing in 2002, hundreds of charro enthusiasts wrote to legislators. They hired a Sacramento lobbyist. By this time, more immigrants had become U.S. citizens and could vote; more legislators were Latino. The bill died.
Charros believe that a ban on bull-tailing would have killed the sport in California. Instead, it was invigorated.
Magic With a Rope
Under the hot sun and his wide sombrero, Ramiro Gurrola stood in the Sacramento arena in July as the manganas event began.
As the mare circled the arena, Gurrola whipped his lasso into a spinning circle, then jumped through it.
At just the right moment, he laid the rope out. It rolled like a hoop into the path of the charging quarter-horse and magically encircled the animal’s front legs.
Gurrola accomplished this on four of his six chances — twice on foot and twice while mounted. None of his opponents managed it more than once.
With that, Gurrola came from behind to win the right to contend for the U.S. national Mexican rodeo championship, held today through Monday in New Cuyama, an hour’s drive south of Santa Maria. If he wins there, he’ll go to Mexico in October for the National Congress of Charreria.
He hopes to overcome the charro luck that in the last few years has kept him from competing in Mexico for Charro of the Year.
“I feel confident, but I don’t want to say I’m going to win,” he says.
“I never say that because something always goes bad.”
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¡Tantas curvas y yo sin frenos!
Por ti, subiría al cielo en bicicleta y bajaría sin frenos”.
Mi amor, tu con tanta carne y yo sin dientes.
Quien fuera mecánico para meterle mano a esa máquina.
Con esa pierna, ¿para qué la otra?
¿Cómo regalarle una flor a otra flor?
Si el amor alimenta el corazón el tuyo se pondrá gordito porque pienso darle todito hasta que se ponga panzón.
Tantos años de ser jardinero y nunca había visto una flor más hermosa que tú.
Si el amor fuera marihuana yo ya me hubiera muerto por sobredosis.
Si la belleza fuese pecado, vos no tendrías perdón de Dios.
Eres como un capuchino: dulce, caliente y me pones nervioso…
“Me gustaría ser caramelo para disolverme en tu boca”.
As the Republican National Convention approached its final evening tonight, nearly 1,800 protesters had been arrested on the streets, two-thirds of them on Tuesday night alone. But for all the anger of the demonstrations, they have barely interrupted the convention narrative, and have drawn relatively little national news coverage.Using large orange nets to divide and conquer, and a near-zero tolerance policy for activities that even suggest the prospect of disorder, the New York Police Department has developed what amounts to a pre-emptive strike policy, cutting off demonstrations before they grow large enough, loud enough, or unruly enough to affect the convention.
The demonstrations, too, have thus far been more restrained than many recent protests elsewhere; five years ago in Seattle, for example, there was widespread arson and window-smashing, none of which has occurred here. Lacking bloody scenes of billy-club-wielding police or billowing clouds of tear gas, the cameras - and the public’s attention - have focused elsewhere.
“It is almost easier to explain what you are not getting here,” said Ted Koppel, anchor and managing editor of ABC’s “Nightline,” when he was asked why news organizations have given little time to the protests. “What you are not getting here is a replay of 1968 in Chicago.”
Yesterday was the first day that any protesters managed to breach the security cordon at Madison Square Garden. During Vice President Dick Cheney’s speech last night, a woman wearing a pink nightgown was tackled by security officials as she tried to rush the convention floor.
Earlier, at noon, 12 demonstrators from Act Up, the protest group concerned with AIDS issues, entered the convention site. They interrupted a speech that Andrew Card, the White House chief of staff, was giving to a group of Young Republicans. The protesters, who were shouting for more money to prevent the spread of AIDS, were arrested, and one was charged with assault after a member of the group was injured in the scuffle.
Ann Roman, a spokeswoman for the Secret Service, said the Act Up protesters apparently had legitimate Young Republican floor passes, although she would not say how they acquired them.
In general, though, if the week’s protesters wound up shouting mostly to themselves, the Bush-Cheney campaign did not get the wild-eyed foil it had counted on, either. While Mayor Michael R. Bloomberg and the Police Department had promised an orderly city all along, several Republicans had indicated that they hoped to blame the campaign of the Democratic nominee, John Kerry, for any destruction.
So far, there has been little to pin on the Democrats.
“If the protesters do something outrageous, they benefit Bush; if they don’t do something outrageous they don’t get covered,” said Kieran Mahoney, a Republican political consultant from New York. “They are the answer to the question, ‘If a tree falls in the forest, does it make any noise?’ “
In fact, the image that went nationwide, on television and in newspapers, was from Sunday, when United for Peace and Justice, a protest coalition, held a huge but orderly march that managed to cast a shadow over the opening day of the convention.
Now, with the highest-profile day to go, the day President Bush accepts his nomination, it appears that the New York Police Department may have successfully redefined the post-Seattle era, by showing that protest tactics designed to create chaos and to attract the world’s attention can be effectively countered with intense planning and a well-disciplined use of force.
“So far, operationally, this has been a success for the department; things have gone well,” said Police Commissioner Raymond W. Kelly. “We started 18 months ago. A lot of hard work by a lot of people, and so far it’s paid off.”
For New York City, and in particular for Mayor Bloomberg, the events of the last few days are a major victory, especially as he tries to persuade the International Olympic Committee to bring the 2012 Games to the city.
“When the mayor bid for this convention, part of his argument, to bring either convention here, was that New York City had the only police force to deal with a modern anarchist threat,” said Kevin Sheekey, a close adviser to the mayor who served as president of the convention host committee. “And obviously the Police Department has done that astoundingly well.”
The department’s efficiency has not come without some cost, including the arrest of several innocent bystanders and nonviolent protesters. On occasion, police actions have also caused confrontations with protesters.
Lawyers who appeared in the city’s arraignment court said, for example, that on Saturday a building superintendent named Andre Lebbt, 49, was arrested while he was taking out the garbage. They also described arrests of a man walking home from a sushi restaurant, and another man dressed in a business suit going home from work.
In one incident Tuesday, on the steps of the New York Public Library, protesters who were not trying to cause any disturbance - though they did not have a permit - ended up in a 15-minute melee with police, prompting rows of officers in helmets, clubs in hand, to form a phalanx on the steps. The officers moved in unison, chanting “Move, move, move.” One uniformed officer swung his club wildly at protesters and at journalists, trying to force them back.
“In their quest to maintain tight control over protesters, the police too often have lost sight of the difference between lawful and unlawful activity,” said Christopher Dunn of the New York Civil Liberties Union.
The protests have not been ignored. National Public Radio, for example, stepped up its coverage with two teams working day and night. But the lack of a unified message among a series of large and small groups with varying tactics has complicated their efforts to gain coverage.
“There are so many different messages and so many different ways they are portraying themselves,” said Ellen Weiss, senior editor of NPR’s national desk. In addition, she said, “the police have been very effective at keeping them away from the Garden,” where most of the national news organizations are based.
Still, protesters have declared some victories. Anarchist organizers of Tuesday’s wave of protests sent out a release yesterday proclaiming that “the R.N.C. protests in New York truly are a shout heard around the world,” with more than 1,000 arrests so far. They said that the number of people on the street demonstrated a commitment to speaking out, and that the numbers of arrests have energized their followers for future activities.
The police have had widespread praise from demonstrators and their legal advocates for showing restraint and flexibility in dealing with many protests, both those with and without permits.
On Sunday, before the gigantic march past the Garden, a police captain sent a group of officers to clear a traffic lane and escort a large group marching without a permit from Central Park to Union Square, where the day’s main protest was to begin.
In another unscheduled march on Tuesday, the police allowed 10 protesters in a larger group to wear masks - technically a violation of the law - as part of a symbolic statement against the abuse of United States military prisoners at Abu Ghraib in Iraq.
“The overarching issue with no permits is if you try to take a street or sidewalk, if you are marching and forcing pedestrians in the street, you are going to be arrested,” said a senior police official, asking not to be identified. “When each of these things forms up, the commander can make a judgment - does it make sense for public safety to allow it to go forward rather than do battle?”
Those judgments appear to vary depending on which police official is in charge on the scene, giving protesters the sense that the rules are always shifting. In many cases, said Mr. Dunn, of the civil liberties union, “the protesters are trying to play by the rules and the police are not honoring their own agreements or are moving to arrest people who are engaging in seemingly lawful activity without any notice.”
Last Friday, for example, after tension over police warnings to obey traffic laws, about 5,000 cyclists were allowed to block traffic and run red lights for more than an hour until the patience of police officers suddenly appeared to grow thin. Officers dragged netting across a West Village street to block the ride, arresting dozens there and then many more at its end in the East Village.
Not all the protests were against the war. To express their disagreement with President Bush’s policies toward workers, New York City’s labor unions rescheduled their annual Labor Day rally to hold a demonstration yesterday near the Garden.
Two prominent actors, James Gandolfini and Danny Glover, joined labor leaders at the rally, which stretched along Eighth Avenue from 30th Street to 23rd Street, with a few thousand protesters on each block.
The speakers repeatedly lambasted Mr. Bush, saying he has weakened overtime protections, been hostile toward unions and presided over the loss of more than a million jobs.
John J. Sweeney, the A.F.L.-C.I.O.’s president, said: “President Bush promised to create five million new jobs, and so far he’s six million short.”
Thousands of protesters chanted “No More Bush,” and many held up signs saying, “Mr. President, Where Are the Jobs?” and “More Layoffs on November 2.” Union leaders vowed to do their utmost to defeat Mr. Bush.
“If George Bush can cut our time and a half, then we should cut his time in the White House in half,” said Brian McLaughlin, president of the city’s Central Labor Council.
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A series of demonstrations rippled across Manhattan last night when protesters tried to converge on the Republican National Convention, as a day of planned civil disobedience erupted into clashes with police officers and led to the arrest of more than 900 people.
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