I spent the night in dusty crossroads town called Pedro Ruíz.  With nothing else to do, I wandered into a bar, and I'll be damned if Cal wasn't playing the Emerald Bowl on the television.  Nobody else was paying the slightest attention, but I grabbed a beer and some stewed goat and saddled up for the game.  Nice little touch of home before I scooted on over the hills into the Amazon Jungle.