Larsen Field

Fields aren’t bad for soccer when it isn’t raining. Location is cool right across from Las Americas. Yet for early games they do not have bathrooms :-(Not sure if the rec center is even open on weekends but they should have a port a potty! Don’t they know soccer moms drink a lot of coffee to be at the fields at those god awful hours! Goodness please fix this issue. I am never to proud to pee in a port a potty!

The park points to Mexico. Literally. (Look at the map.)
When I was here, it wasn’t soggy. That was the nearby and much bigger Border Field State Park, whose sogginess changed our plans. That was all right, and I’ve given cryptic clues in my Barrio Logan-​train-​station review. It had to do with shrimp and warm Tecate, but it’s not that kind of story. I didn’t drink, and I managed to maintain my vegetarianness despite the difficulty of doing so. I’ve cracked under much milder conditions, which makes me want to affirm – although I won’t – that pressure brings out the best in me.
When I was reading at Cal, I attended a solidarity strike. It had absolutely nothing to do with Larsen Field, actually, but one of the organizers (?) reminded me a lot of one of the organizers on that bus in Tijuana. I wondered whether it was the same strong woman, but then I remembered that she (the one on the bus in Tijuana) was a nurse, and nurses didn’t organize non-​nurse UC workers, did they? Or maybe they did. I ate a burrito at some point.
The field is well maintained, and that surprised me. I wanted to play Little League here. Or do more than pee in the community center, which was decorated nicely, like it was done by a second-​grade teacher. Kids will run where they please. And they do. The river that runs near here is disappointing, but it reminds me of home. Home isn’t Mexico. It’s Whittier. But anyone who knows where Whittier Boulevard is might associate that home with Mexico (except for the Central Americans), and to be perfectly honest, I understand that. Better than I understand the Mission.