Tonight is that Night

Tonight two cities glue themselves to the edge of their seats to watch history unfold itself before their eyes. While I might hail from just one of those cities, I root for all the people from all the cities of the world who treasure any game as a medium by which to bring people and their communities together.

There is much going on in the world, but to pretend that entertainment isn’t a fundamental part of what makes us human would be like walking through the school yard past a playground during lunchtime to note only that there are kids rather than that there are kids playing and laughing and jumping to the drum of their heartbeats as they make up the moments that will make them who they are.

Games are fun. They expand our imagination and allow us to live, and sometimes even to achieve greatness. Of course they also allow us to play, and so naturally one couldn’t expect me to be serious when claiming to root for both teams as they meet one last time for all the marbels.

In the end you can’t please everyone anyhow.

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GO LOS ANGELES! JIMBO TIMES IS ROOTING FOR YOU!

J.T.

Author: J.T.

JIMBO TIMES is about the heart of a nation, which begins with the heart of a woman. It was the 1980s, and hailing from the dusty trails of her pueblo of San Pedro in the mountains of Oaxaca, Mexico, my mom crossed over 2,000 miles to find work as a garment laborer in downtown Los Angeles. Shortly afterwards, she met my father. He had just escaped from a civil war in El Salvador and was working as a handyman for an apartment complex in East Hollywood. They were both in their mid-twenties when they met, and in 1989, they married to give birth to me and my brother, respectively. Ten years later, before my brother and I became teenagers, my father left. Heartbroken, but not overcome, my mom didn’t remarry, but chose instead to raise us on her own. It wasn’t the first time she had to start over. When mom was in the sixth grade, her father —a tradesman of el pueblo — was shot and killed by a jealous ex business partner. As the oldest of nine siblings, mom left school in order to take care of her brothers and sisters. She helped raise them alongside my grandmother for the next ten years, after which she'd leave for L.A. Today Mom's resilience is mine, which flows through JIMBO TIMES: a dedication to her and Los Angeles. J.T.

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