FIGHTS AT A FLEA MARKET

By Roger Esty

Lately Tijuana promoters have been putting on shows at night clubs in this city. Tijuana's economy,like the rest of the globe's,has suffered a hit. But if there's a venue that's staying the status quo,it's the night club circuit. One of these clubs is named Pulgas(Fleas). Junior Chavez debuted his fisticuff career there and the place was a sellout.

His daddy was there and so were the fans of his daddy hoping to see junior emerge into the fighting machine and legend of his pops. Without any amateur experience,junior fought like an amateur even though he was getting paid that night. Many say he still looks amateurish.

I squeezed my way inside the Pulgas that night and felt squished like a flea being scratched by a dog. The Pulgas is sort of posh. Sort of seedy. Sort of run by the characters that are causing all the problems down there.So you use the word "sort of" a lot when throwing adjectives around when describing.

I made sure my wallet was inside my front pocket and squeezed my way to the bar. I was by myself and it didn't look like I was going to get chummy with anyone .If you're a lonely heart in a place like that,the only relationships you can make will cost you a C note. To tell the truth I sort of talked myself into going that night.

The fight was horrible with the son swinging punches like he was under water. Daddy was sticking his chest out surrounded by his entourage that I don't think were holding their Salvation Army Cards.

I was glad when it was over finally. I had to park my car six blocks away in downtown and my attention was on if my car was still there when I went back. Well it was still there. I bee lined it to the border. When I got back to the States and people asked me "How Was It?", I said I had a good time,sort of.