That whole Tigres vs. Puebla thing, huh? People talk about it like it was just another game.
For me, trying to catch that match wasn’t simple. Not at all. It felt like a whole different kind of battle, and not the one on the field.
You’d think, with all the tech we got, finding a decent way to watch, or even just get some solid info, would be a piece of cake. But nah, it was a nightmare. I’m talking endless pop-ups, sketchy looking websites, and half the time the commentary was in a language I don’t even pretend to understand. Reminded me of trying to get a signal in the middle of nowhere, just static and frustration.
And you know what? It really brought back memories of this other ridiculous situation. Totally different thing, but the feeling was exactly the same. I was trying to get a simple permit from the city. Just a small thing, for a little storage unit in my backyard. Thought it’d be a day, maybe two.
- Walked into the office, all hopeful. They hand me a form. “Form A,” they say. “Fill this out.”
- Okay, easy enough. Filled it. Took it back. Then it’s, “Oh, wait. You need Form B before Form A. And Form A? Needs a special stamp after Form B is approved.”
- So, I chase down Form B. Get the stamp. Go back. “Actually, sir, that’s the old Form B. We’re on Form B-revised. And Form A is now online only, but the portal is down for maintenance.”
- This dance went on for what felt like an eternity. Every visit, a new hoop to jump through. One clerk even had the nerve to ask if I really needed that storage unit. Like, seriously?
I swear, they make it so complicated on purpose. Like a test to see who gives up first. All that hassle, all that wasted time, just so I could store my damn lawnmower without it rusting to pieces. It was a bureaucratic maze designed by someone who probably enjoys watching people suffer.
So, when I think about that Tigres vs. Puebla game, that’s the taste it leaves in my mouth. Not the excitement of the sport, but the sheer annoyance of trying to access something that should be straightforward. It’s like, you just want to enjoy a simple thing, and the world conspires to make it a headache.
Ended up just catching the highlights later. Way less stress. Sometimes you just gotta pick your battles, right? That storage unit? Never got built. Bought a big ugly tarp instead. Does the job. No forms, no fuss. Sometimes the simple, ugly way is the only way to keep your sanity.
